I’ve been busy and there’s much I need to write and very much want to write, but have been doing other things.
Namely, studying and reading and using this time during the summer when I’m not working to explore what’s next, as I feel the time for change is coming. I’ve been reading Bonewits and his Druidry book, just wanting to explore my options. Most of my Gods are Norse/Germanic but I feel I have very little in common with Asatru. It’s an interesting place for me to be in spiritually.
Every couple of years I feel it the spark in me to just get things done….Now it’s in regards to my job and any long term career goals I hope to achieve this late in the game. I’m not ancient (I’m 40), but I’m not getting any younger either.
Stay tuned and wish me luck.
I’ve been constructing a sacred place on my property. It’s not much and it’s outdoors, but it is an expression of the female divine. Artio has come into my life like a slow moving summer storm, and I’ve no idea what this goddess desires from me. Maybe it is merely the gift of awareness. I do not know.
I do know that knowing Her is knowing life. Feeling it in the very fiber of one’s being. Every heartbeat from the deer racing through the forest, to the worm crawling along the forest floor, with Her you can feel it when you experience her Divine presence. It can make you weep. So why not build a shrine/space for this goddess? The great bear goddess who guided our ancestors thousands of years ago across Europe, who led us to food and warmth inside her caves? In fact, I think such devotion is long overdue.
My journey to Holle was gradual and unexpected. She is an ancient and wise Goddess who understands my fears, hopes, and dreams. She is a keeper of the keys to every home. Caretaker of weary mothers, children and lost waifs. She simply is……..
For the Weary Mother Looking for Answers
Will I ever find comfort
Where can I find a friend?
She journeyed world weary upon the barren landscape, no tree to be seen on the horizon, nothing to cut through the gloom.
She came upon a well, water to the brim, humming with the creation of galaxies
And wondered at the depths within
The whisper of knowledge released
Of fearful abandon
And what is communication with the gods but a type of madness
A giving in
A yielding to bravery and strength
She takes the plunge
The bone cold depths
And discovers the secrets of the past
To eternity and all that is
The wise and the strong
You destroy me and remake me
Firm footed and large
I stand at my destiny and accept my path
I flee from you no more
I am yours
And the fear I bring now is one of ecstasy, love and devotion
In all the current chaos we pagans must not let our devotional practices suffer. We give praise to our Gods in various ways, I write poetry and song, muse on the traits of the Wise Ones…..may a grain of such wisdom be imparted on me. I was going through many various google docs and came across some poetry I am pleased with. I may be sharing some over the coming days. We need our Gods presence in the world. We need an alternative to the current order. We need a better way.
One for Odin
The one who whispers
With bold tenderness into a woman’s heart
Who finds you laid bare
Skin and bones
And applies the healing balm
Knowledge and fury
Breath and calm
Loving life with newfound might
A determination never known
He waits for you on the mountaintop
The rune master
Sit beside him and hear his words
Let his breath fill your spirit
Let your souls be cleansed and bared.
Time to resist
Seems the chump monkey
Has done every goddamn nightmare scenario
How many times were you fucking trumpkins
Warned from the get go
One big D.C. Groupfuck
All that woman hating honky cock
Half the senate bowing down
Selling out American pride
Bend down Senator and open wide
For a taste of prezzie cock
Pump it harder your two yes boys can’t get enough
while they sell the rest of us out
Pump and swallow Mitch McConnell
Pump and swallow Paul Ryan
You’re only good for cocksucking and lying
Traitors one and all
Fuck every goddamn one
Impeach the baboon and then what we got?
Commander Pence left to play god
Or maybe that’s what the fascists wanted all along
Let the baboon play awhile until they take charge
I ask and implore
To all those Americans who checked this chumps coat at the door
Who believed in an ugly America
A filthy America
A place of wealth ruled by scum
What now traitors?
You’re just as fucking guilty
I felt today the immensity of the Gods. That Donald fucking Trump, his bimbette daughter/wife, his creepy clown faced sons, and the rest of the fool’s brigade currently heading our government are minuscule next to the power of the Gods.
What is a measly Trump in comparison to the awesome sovereign giver the Morrigan?
What is a measly Trump next to the ancient wisdom of Holle?
What is a measly Trump up against the great Calleich?
What is a measly Trump pitted against the wisdom of the Allfather?
What is a measly Trump against the ferocity of Kali?
What is a measly Trump against the endless ageless great Gods from every pantheon??
Back from the Hunt and back for Spring. I’m not Urglaawe, but Frau Holle is a goddess very near and dear to me. Heil Holle!
I had to receive one on my head today due to some weird neurological changes in my migraine patterns. Sometimes we just go around in our day to day and we become complacent that things will go on working as they should.
I’ve had common migraines for years. I experienced one with aura, limited vision and left side body numbness last week. It was frightening. A few days ago another aura, more bad vision and some short lived aphasia. Due to some odd issues a few years back involving body numbness the doc ordered a scan.
So lying on the machine today, pumped full of dye, being pumped full of who knows how much radiation, I closed my eyes and thought of Odin
Odin, great god that gives me the strength to withstand all things
Who tells me to face all my fears with bravery… and strength
So that I may endure.
Living in North Carolina, you soon realize that Spring is the absolutely best thing. Living here since 2011, and even a few years before that, Spring has become my favorite season. You start seeing signs of Spring as early as February if you know where to look. On warmer days I’ll see ants venture out, by March I can see buds on the trees and by early April flower buds erupt and nature’s most beautiful shade of green, spreads herself across the landscape. Even weeds look lovely. I curse the allergies that sometimes come with it, but anyone who lives in the American South knows if you are wise you appreciate the Spring. This is the time to rejoice in the outdoors. To languish on decks and porches past sunset, for soon summer will be upon us and the increasingly warmer sun. May we heal our great Earth…..