a tenday with Ptah

a tenday with Ptah

As I’d done with Wepwawet, I dedicated a tenday to experiencing and interacting with Ptah. Ptah is one of the creator deities; He is the one Who manifested reality by speaking aloud the thoughts within His heart. (Most of the creators made life and/or humanity via bodily fluids.) He is a god of handcrafting and building, patron of anyone who makes things with their hands, thus simultaneously abstract-and-vast as a creator and “down-to-earth” as a maker.

I have admired and respected Ptah for a few years now, but never got up the gumption to actually approach Him in shrine and have a metaphorical conversation. As you can see to the right, I have a small shelf shrine for Him, which is set up directly over the art desk in the living room so He can keep an eye on all of our crafty endeavors; I also made a polymer clay sculpture of Him months ago so He could be present near the workbench in the garage. Being not only the consort of Sekhmet, Whom I adore, Ptah also has purview over most of the activities and skills that I highly value, both personally and familially. I considered Him a household god before I even initiated this tenday.

Before inviting Him into shrine with me, I had already built up a pattern of recognition for Him: His colors are pale blue and warm, dusty golden, like sunlight through the sawdusted air of a woodshop. I smiled every time I looked upon His statue’s face; He never failed to give off an impression of quiet patience, of deep and abiding contentment with His work, of tireless willingness to keep making and crafting, of mild and mellow temperament. I could imagine Him in a small workroom, bent over His next creation, tools in His capable hands and an easy focus on His face.

To be honest, I expected Him to “appear” like that to me when I began the tenday, but He never did. I instead got to experience His subtlety, like fine grains of silt sifting through the river. Because I timed my tenday with Him to coincide with a ten-day feast of His, I made sure to offer Him a variety of food each day. He never used words, never gave me a visual of Him embodied, but I saw His pale blue color like motes of life in the interstices of molecules, comprising me and the floor and the tree outside and the very air I breathed.

Today is the last day of my time focusing on Him, and I think I can safely conclude that, for me, He is like Sekhmet in that I can more easily find Him outside of shrine, in the doing, in the Work. Meditating on Him still fills me with joy, and now that I’ve seen a glimpse of His color saturating all of reality, I find I can connect to that imagery very easily now.

It seems Ptah is not so much a god Who needs to be invited in, but a god Who is already here and simply waiting for us to see.

Dua Ptah!