What they want, a rambling reprise

Yesterday, Hubby and I found the perfect shelf to finish off my altar space. This leave a place for tools to remain easily accessible, versus in a drawer behind the space where I keep loose herbs and extra candles.

With Odin, Eir, and Heimdall moving to their new places, only Loki, Ullr, and Tyr remained. Tyr wanted to be close to the dogs, but didn’t specify where. The dogs are wherever we are, typically. But I needed Loki to stay with Tyr to keep him in check. Ullr wanted his own space too, but he wasn’t coming in clearly. Everything was muddled and fuddled.

Things were better since the beautiful ritual R shared at CotE that morning. Healing and cathertic. Big changes are coming with kindergarten and I feel like I’m making everything balance on my shoulders. My work schedule releases earlier. We have two awesome grandma’s ready and waiting in the wings. Hubby has said, in a deer-in-headlights what if we (read: I) can’t do it all, that he is prepared to make time with work stuff too and that we (read: we) can do it all. Saying this aloud in a safe space, my need to do everything and not lose myself [again], with the purpose of cleansing right along with the rest of my community, many of whom shared their own personal growth works and commitments they need to uphold, lifted a nervous knot in my stomach that planted itself last Monday. By giving the knot words, I took away it’s power over myself because now I have a focus- to not lose myself. (hold that thought)

But still, muddled and fuddled.

Looking at the altar, I realized I was tiptoeing around Loki. I had an idea and got some supplies together. As Hubby saw me carefully wrapping Loki in cotton and placing him in a box, he joked and said if only we had a snake to hang above him. I giggled, but it was brilliant. I drew a snake on the box and the crazy energy I’ve been feeling the last few weeks disappated.

There’s too much retrograde right now to invite chaos. I don’t hate chaos in fact, I usually function in controlled chaos. But right now, I needed to bind that shit, at least for the moment.

With Loki dealt with, I brought Tyr downstairs and set him up with Eir. They both like their new place.

I put Ullr down in the living room and, as Hubby and I spent time together, Ullr came in loud and clear: he wants to live in Witchling’s room. Hubby chuckled at the appropriateness of the move.

This morning, after he awoke, I went into Witchling’s room and placed Ullr there.

Now, there are two. And the lovely tapestry I created. And the awesome shelf Hubby found and hung.

(Resume thought from above)

I’ve been riding the struggle bus for the three weeks that I said I would awake early to go through my morning routine, work or no work. And I didn’t pick up an evening routine because watching TV and trolling the internet just felt more rewarding in the moment. Perhaps it was too cluttered. Likely also my focus was too pessimistic to be motivated. Struggle bus never made it to the station this morning and I rode the 5:35 motivation bus instead. I walked the dogs, did my morning prayers to Frigg, and then Witchlette bounded into the room just in time to start yoga. She got her yoga mat and we had a great session this morning.

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What day is today?

Good morning!

Today is a super special day!

Why is this day special?

There are more layers to this story, however.

First of all, it’s Frigg’s day. Frigg has twelve handmaidens, goddesses with whom she works very closely: Fulla, Sjöfn, Snotra, Lofn, Gefjon, Vár,Hlín, Sága, Eir, Syn, Vör and Gná.

Twelve goddesses plus Frigg herself equals thirteen Asynjur.

The next bit is more scandalous, not only because of the use of the <gasp> F bomb, but also because of ghe crossover between Frigg and Freya. As I’ve written before, Frigg and Freya are likely the same goddess who has different interpretations from different tribes. Or, different facets of the same goddess, one became more focused on motherhood and home while the other focused on sexuality and adult relationships. Like the Elvis complex.

Happy Friday the 13th. May Frigg and the Asynjur bless you and yours always. And may you enjoy all facets of this special day.

Blessed Solstice

Looking at the traditional* American Pagan Wheel of the Year, today would be Litha or Midsummer. On Heathen Wheels, it’s just Midsummer.

To celebrate this morning, the Littles and I made Honey Cakes a la Moody Moons. We didn’t have the honeycomb molds, but the cupcake version tasted yummy all the same!

We blessed and offered ale to our ancestors, the Aesir, Asynjur, and Vanir. We also acknowledged the Fae, on this, their favorite day- at least according to the great Bard.

It was extremely fitting to have all of our Black-Eyed Susans open as of this morning.

Special attention and Hail to Sunna.

Dreams

This morning, Witchling remained in bed until shortly after 7. Yay Saturday!

When he started to sound restless, I called in on his monitor and invited him to come lay with us until Witchlette awoke and they could have tablet time together.

I asked him how he slept, and he said good. He then said he had dreams.

What did you dream of?

[Semi-indistinguishable]

Cars?

No, Gods.

Oh! Which ones.

Loki and Thor. Does Thor have a hammer?

Yes.

What does Loki have?

Magick.

No, he holds something. … Is Loki a good guy or a bad guy?

He can be a good guy, but he also can be a bad guy.

Oh. Is Iron Man a good guy?

Yes.

Ok. Can we watch cooking videos?

My main takeaway is that while most of what he understands of the lore is still based in Marvel, he distinguishes heroes and Gods. It’s definitely a start.

Thought while mowing

I had discussed Frigg and Freya, their similarities and differences quite a bitAlmost to ad nauseum

When I first started my 30 days of Frigg devotional, I spent a lot of time on Norse Mythology for Smart People

The article about Frigg soends a lot of time, like I do, dissecting Frigg from Freya based on Frija. 

Germanic mythology acquired its basic form during the Migration Period, and is, accordingly, a mythology especially suited to the socio-political institutions and prevailing ways of life that characterized that era. The cornerstone of this schema is the divine pair Frija and Woðanaz, the veleda and the *xarjanaz (“warband leader”) respectively. During the Viking Age, the formal warbands of earlier times gave way to informal, often leaderless groups of roving warriors – the vikings. Since the warband was no longer a feature of the lives of the Norse people, the mythological structures that had accompanied it lost much of their relevance. Now that Odin was no longer thought of as the leader of the warband of the gods, nor Freya/Frigg its veleda, the opportunity arose for their roles to be reinterpreted. For unknown reasons, part of this reinterpretation evidently involved splitting Frija into two goddesses, a process that appears to have never been fully completed, but was instead interrupted by the arrival and acceptance of Christianity.

The other day, while mowing my lawn, I was thinking about Frigg, and how earthy she is. How gentle and loving she is. How Freya is a warrior. How Freya is more like the female Odin than Frigg. How Freya is the veleda. Freya, a Vanir, has the personality and likeness of an Aesir. Frigg, and Aesir, has the personality and likeness much closer to Idunn, a Vanir. 

Did Frigg and Freya switch personas when one became more dominant over the other? 

I shared these thoughts with my Circle on Friday night, and R, who Frigg/Holda has also called to, sees what I see. She is helping me as I continue to embrace E, my Salem Witch grandmother, and release the ideal of being kin to my gods. Yet, she continues to remind me that I am. I call them by their Nordic names, but I am kin to their German faces. I am kin to Thunar. I am kin to Holda. To Woden. 

Perhaps I am connecting to Frija herself through the face of Frigg. 

As I was reading through older posts, getting back to the start of this year and to the 30 day devotional, my crown was all tingly reading through where I’ve been and what I’ve learned, how far I’ve come. 

Goddess blessed. 

Hail Frigg. Hail Frija. 

Returning to my roots

Three weeks ago, I spent the non-student work days setting up my workspace and the beginnings of my instructional materials. 

This year, after a two-year hiatus, I am returning to my roots and going back to what I know best. 

I’m going back to the classroom. 

A few weeks ago, at the CotE Urban Paganism workshop, I hit on an idea I hadn’t thought of before: setting up sacred space at my place of work. 

I had mini Mason jars filled and set for rituals without candles, but they are now present at work. 

Additionally, I collected the two crow feathers I have gathered from work the last few years and places them within the frames of my kids’ pictures. 

Perhaps one for Hunnin and one for Munnin?

When I find something unobtrusive that would make a good Frigg totem, that will be added as well. Perhaps also something for Thor, Sif, and Idunn. 

Epic high five

This morning on Instagram, I found this great photo from bible_belt.atheist. It came with the following caption:

That sums things up rather nicely, and I see where the image creator is coming from. 

My standpoint shows me something different, however. I see this as the most high five to end all high fives. 

Thor and Heimdall, epic Aesir high five.