Not a lot is known about Sulis. The ancient Celts believed gods and goddesses resided in specific locations, and Sulis resided in the thermal waters and mineral springs of Bath, England. Even thousands of years ago, people would come from near and far (Rome!) to sink into what were considered these nourishing, healing waters. They would relax and imagine themselves surrounded by soapy bubbles, chirping birds and handsome men that look Ewan McGregor.
Yeah. Good times.
Unfortunately, public baths were not the safest of places--even then. You'd take your tunic off. You'd wrap it round your wallet (like that's gonna fool nearby thieves), and when you got back--wham--not even bus money. You can imagine that that totally foiled the whole holistic healing vibe Sulis was working on. So here's what she did: she allowed you to write her little notes--on little stone tablets--requesting compensatory curses. Here's one I found on Wikipedia: "Dodimedis has lost two gloves. He asks that the person who has stolen them should lose his mind and eyes in the temple where [Sulis] appoint." We can only hope Dodimedis got his wish.
Sulis is a close as I can give you to a Calgon moment, and on this post-election day, maybe that's what some of us may feel we need.
Channel this goddess: When you can't take vacation and your family won't even give you one half hour of peace to watch "The Middle," when you can't even take a bath because your tub is so dirty, and when all of the Halloween candy has mysteriously disappeared. Just say: "Sulis, take me away."
Need a goddess: I got goddesses. Post a comment telling me what you need, and I'll see what I can do. The queue is empty so, if you've been waiting, now is a good time to get the goddess you need.
