Still around and mucking about

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. 

Artio

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. 

Devotionals

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

Devotionals

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

Old man

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 Wanderer

The rune master

Sit beside him and hear his words

Let his breath fill your spirit

Let your souls be cleansed and bared.

This is it Rome has started to burn

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

White Isis

Or maybe that’s what the fascists wanted all along

Let the baboon play awhile until they take charge

Now what

Now what

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

Every

Last

One

Trump is a spec next to our Gods

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??

Nothing. 

CT scans and the gods 

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.

The fury of spring

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…..