Remember the structure of Hellenic worship: wash hands, recite hymn, prayer and make you offering. Though an offering is unnecessary if you’re simply thanking the gods for what they give us (ie thanking Her for rain). To decide what gods you worship simply contemplate the pantheon and pick the ones you feel most drawn to on that day. Evohe!

Philotes is the primordial goddess of friendship, sex and so on, she’s a good deity to honor if you’re trying to improve your social life.

Philotes

“Philotes thou whose arms surround the world

embracing all together joined as one

we contemplate Thee who cannot be seen

and feel Thee dwelling in our mortal limbs

We call Thee Friend for hamony’s thy gift

and joy Thou art named and Aphrodite too

When people gather You arrive unseen

In lofty clouds you circle like a dove

and draw us close in bonds of common Love.

Hail fair Goddess”

-Empedocles

Eunomia

An invocation to a member of the Horai and minor olympian goddess of good government.

“These things my spirit bids me

teach the men of Athens:

that Dysnomia

brings countless evils for the city,

but Eunomia brings order

and makes everything proper,

by enfolding the unjust in fetters,

smoothing those things that are rough,

stopping greed,

sentencing hybris to obscurity

making the flowers of mischief to whither,

and straightening crooked judgments.

It calms the deeds of arrogance

and stops the bilious anger of harsh strife.

Under its control, all things are proper

and prudence reigns human affairs”

-Solon

Justice

“Justice is a maiden who was born from Zeus.

The gods who live on Olympus honor her

and whenever someone wrongs her by bearing false witness

she sits straightaway at the feet of Zeus, Kronos’ son

and tells him the plans of unjust men so that the people

will pay the price of the wickedness of kings who make murderous plans

and twist her truth by proclaiming false judgments.

Keep these things in mind, bribe-swallowing kings:

whoever wrongs another also wrongs himself;

an evil plan is most evil for the one who makes it.

The eye of Zeus sees everything and knows everything

and even now, if he wishes, will look on us and not miss

what kind of justice the walls of our city protects.

Today, I wouldn’t wish myself to be a just man among men

nor my son, since it bad to be a just man

If anyone who is more unjust has greater rights.

But I hope that Zeus, the counselor, will not let this happen.”

-Hesiod

Gaia

“Goddess of the hills, Earth all-nourishing, mother of Zeus himself,

you through whose realm the great Pactolus rolls golden sands!

There, there also, dread Mother, I called upon your name, when all the

insults of the Atreids landed upon this man, when they handed over his

father’s armor, that sublime marvel, to the son of Laertes. Hear

it, blessed queen, who rides on bull-slaughtering lions!”

-Sophocles, Philoktetes

Rhea and Zeus

“Hail, Mother of Gods, many-named, with fair offspring blest.

Hail, porch-dwelling Hekate of great strength.

But You too, hail, forefather Ianus, Zeus imperishable; hail, supreme Zeus.

Make the course of my life radiant, weighed down with good things,

but drive the evil diseases from my limbs;

attract my soul, now madly raging around the earth,

once it has been purified through the intellect-awaking rites.

Yea, I beg You, give Your hand, and show me,

as one in need, the paths revealed by the Gods.

I will observe the precious light, from which comes the possibility

to flee the misery of dark birth.

Yea, I beg You, give me Your hand, and with Your winds

bring me to the harbor of piety, exhausted as I am.

Hail, Mother of Gods, many-named, with fair off-spring blest.

Hail, porch-dwelling Hekate, of great strength.

But You too, hail, forefather Ianus, Zeus imperishable; hail, supreme Zeus.”

-Proclus

Muses

“We hymn the light that raises man aloft,

of the nine daughters of great Zeus with splendid voices,

who have rescued from the agony of this world, so hard to bear,

the souls who were wandering in the depth of life

through immaculate rites from intellect-awaking books,

and have taught them to strive eagerly to follow the track

leading beyond the deep gulf of forgetfulness,

and to go pure to their kindred star from which they strayed away,

when once they fell into the headland of birth, mad about material lots.

But, Goddesses, put an end to my much-agitated desire too

and throw me into ecstasy through the noëric words of the wise.

That the race of men without fear for the Gods may not lead me astray

from the most divine and brilliant path with its splendid fruit;

always draw my all-roving soul towards the holy light,

away from the hubbub of the much wandering race

heavy laden from Your intellect-strengthening beehives,

and everlasting glory from its mind-charming eloquence.”

-Proclus

Dionysus

“Let the people’s hymn sound with the praise of Dionysos. Bind your

streaming locks with the nodding ivy, and in your soft hands grasp the

Nysaean thyrsus! Bright glory of the sky, come hither to the prayers

which thine own illustrious Thebes, O Dionysus, offers to thee with

suppliant hands. Hither turn with favour thy virginal face; with thy

star-bright countenance drive away the clouds, the grim threats of

Erebus, and greedy fate. Thee it becomes to circle thy locks with

flowers of the springtime, thee to cover thy head with Tyrian turban,

or thy smooth brow to wreathe with the ivy’s clustering berries; now

to fling loose thy lawless-streaming locks, again to bind them in a

knot close-drawn; in such guise as when, fearing thy stepdame’s

[Hera’s] wrath, thou didst grow to manhood with false-seeming limbs, a

pretended maiden with golden ringlets, with saffron girdle binding thy

garments. So thereafter this soft vesture has pleased thee, folds

loose hanging and the long-trailing mantle. Seated in thy golden

chariot, thy lions with long trappings covered, all the vast coast of

the Orient saw thee, both he who drinks of the Ganges and whoever

breaks the ice of snowy Araxes.

On an unseemly ass old Silenus attends thee, his swollen temples bound

with ivy garlands; while thy wanton initiates lead the mystic revels.

Along with thee a troop of Bassarids in Edonian dance beat the ground,

now on Mount Pangaeus’ peak, now on the top of Thracian Pindus; now

midst Cadmean dames has come a maenad [Agaue], the impious comrade of

Ogygian Dionysus, with sacred fawn-skins girt about her loins, her

hand a light thyrsus brandishing. Their hearts maddened by thee, the

matrons have set their hair a-flowing; and at length, after the

rending of Pentheus’ limbs, the Bacchanals, their bodies now freed

from the frenzy, looked on their infamous deed as though they knew it

not.

Cadmean Ino, foster-mother of shining Dionysus, holds the realms of

the deep, encircled by bands of Nereids dancing; over the waves of the

mighty deep a boy holds sway, new come, the kinsman of Dionysus, no

common god, Palaemon.

Thee, O boy, a Tyrrhenian band [of pirates] once captured and Nereus

allayed the swollen sea; the dark blue waters he changed to meadows.

Thence flourish the plane-tree with vernal foliage and the

laurel-grove dear to Phoebus; the chatter of birds sounds loud through

the branches. Fast-growing ivy clings to the oars, and grape-vines

twine at the mast-head. On the prow an Idaean lion roars; at the stern

crouches a tiger of Ganges. Then the frightened pirates swim in the

sea, and plunged in the water their bodies assume new forms: the

robbers’ arms first fall away; their breasts smite their bellies and

are joined in one; a tiny hand comes down at the side; with curving

back they dive into the waves, and with crescent-shaped tail they

cleave the sea; and now as curved dolphins they follow the fleeing

sails.

On its rich stream has Lydian Pactolus borne thee, leading along its

burning banks the golden waters; the Massgetan who mingles blood with

milk in his goblets has unstrung his vanquished bow and given up his

Getan arrows; the realms of axe-wielding Lycurgus have felt the

dominion of Dionysus; the fierce lands of the Zalaces have felt it,

and those wandering tribes whom neighbouring Boreas smites, and the

nations which Maeotis’ cold water washes, and they [i.e. the

Skythians] on whom the Arcadian constellation looks down from the

zenith and the wagons twain. He has subdued the scattered Gelonians;

he has wrested their arms form the warrior maidens [i.e. the

Amazones]; with downcast face they fell to earth, those Thermodontian

hordes, gave up at length their light arrows, and became maenads.

Sacred Cithaeron has flowed with the blood of Ophionian slaughter

[i.e. of Pentheus]; the Proetides fled to the woods, and Argos, in his

stepdame’s [Hera’s] very presence, paid homage to Dionysus.

Naxos, girt by the Aegean sea, gave him in marriage a deserted maiden

[Ariadne], compensating her loss with a better husband. Out of the dry

rock there gushed Nyctelian liquor [wine]; babbling rivulets divided

the grassy meadows; deep the earth drank in the sweet juices, white

fountains of snowy milk and Lesbian wine mingled with fragrant thyme.

The new-made bride is led to the lofty heavens; Phoebus [Apollon] a

stately anthem sings, with his locks flowing down his shoulders, and

twin Cupides [Erotes] brandish their torches. Jupiter [Zeus] lays

aside his fiery weapons and, when Dionysus comes, abhors his

thunderbolt.

While the bright stars of the ancient heavens shall run in their

courses; while Oceanus shall encircle the imprisoned earth with its

waters; while full Luna [Selene the moon] gather again her lost

radiance; while Lucifer [Eosphoros, the day sar] shall herald the dawn

of the morning and while the lofty Bears [constellations Ursae] shall

know naught of caerulean Nereus; so long shall we worship the shining

face of beauteous Lyaeus [Dionysos].”

-Seneca, Oedipus