As I've noted before, I don't do deities....
However...
My experience has been that my interactions with the other-than-human kin in my community are often or almost always subtle and not particularly noticeable for others. They are also not so much regular or reliable as intermittent. It is interactions between them and me, alone, or so it seems to me...
One of the defining traits of spirit, in my understanding, is the presence of volition...that is, that which is/has spirit is to some degree capable of engaging in interactions, at least sometimes, with the persons (human or otherwise) in their environment...including me. I have volition, they have volition...
True story: One of my earliest experiences that had any 'spiritual' significance for me, was the day in 6th grade when from breakfast on I felt worse and worse. I went home for lunch (a tenth of a mile on my bicycle...and didn't eat), and called Dad to see if I could stay home. He left it up to me. I decided that I would go back to school--after all, the worst it would be would be me throwing up, or so I thought. After returning to school, I started to feel much better, and by the end of school I was making plans to head over to a friend's house...
I was on crossing-guard duty that day...it was normal...a couple of kids told the crossing guard that they were able to push her car (yeah, two maybe 70-pound kids were pushing a '56 Chevy...Anyway, Mrs. Ray went to reset her parking break...next thing I know, there's a loud noise and screaming kids and I'm trying to push back against the front of a '56 Chevy from REALLY CLOSE UP...then I wake up, probably only seconds later, pinned in place and yelling for help...I realized that wasn't useful, so I stopped. Within minutes, several men had lifted the Chevy up so that others could pull the six of us kids from underneath. One little girl died; I was the worst injured after her: broken leg, separated collar bone, bruises and scrapes and contusions all over...I spend six days, including my birthday, in the hospital. And more than a month of recuperating at home before I could return to school...
My take: the spirits were subtly suggesting to me that morning that I needed to stay home. I chose different. I'm glad I survived.
There have been lots more interactions like that in my life, none of them as dramatic...But at least I pay attention and consider the intervention I seem to be getting, and acknowledge and adjust my behavior accordingly...