I wrote this post a few days ago, but I find it is still quite relevant.
I am writing a small paper with a tight deadline, and I have racked my brain the last two days trying to think of how to start. I know that once I start I can at least get somewhere well enough that I have ground under my feet. I just can’t make it happen. I’m frustrated and staring down the barrel at a deadline in a day, and I want to write this well. So I do what people like me do when they hit a wall: I make an offering.
I am poor. At this moment I have -$0.01 in my checking account. When I buy things purely as offerings, even if they are cheap, that means a great deal to me, and from everything the Gods, Spiritkeepers, Ancestors, and vaettir have said and shown me, it does to Them too. So I made coffee. Coffee is one of the few things, with the taboos I am under, that I can enjoy. My wonderful fiancee recently bought me two bags of coffee, one of is open. It is medium roast Arabica , and tastes wonderful. I brewed a cup and took the first half of it, put it into my coffee cup, and poured it out in offering to Them next to a bush.
I came back in, sat down, and started writing. After a few minutes the words started flowing, and eventually, I had something written.
I don’t believe every relationship, or even every exchange is quite so quid pro quo, but sometimes when you need help and you ask, offering in good Gebo, the Holy Powers respond.