It was less than a ago when Witchlette declared Skadi to be her goddess.

This morning, Witchling was going through the days of the week.

“Who’s day is today?” he asked.

“Sunna’s day.”

“When is Thor’s day?”


“When is Loki’s day?”

“Yesterday, Saturday.”

“What about Odin?”


“When is Heimdall’s day?”

“Heimdall doesn’t have a day.”


“I don’t know. He doesn’t.”

“Heimdall is my God!”

“He’s a good God to have”

I haven’t shared a formal declaration to the kids. That is something they can decide to do when they are older. Yet, I still think the gods of old are speaking through my little ones. They have found a willing audience.

Hail! Blessed be!


In like a Thunder God…

Blessed Thor’s Day!

It’s a rainy day in the greater Raleigh area.

Dios del tiempo y su carro tormenta

It seems appropriate to begin March (“in like a lion…”) with a gray, wet day.

Thor has arrived to spread his rains and quench the thirst of the ground to allow for Sif’s work to take place- to allow for growth.

My year and a day

Last week was my year and a day with Frigg.

With packing to move and being sick, I didn’t write about it on time. What matters, though, is that I did work with Frigg that day.

I threw some Runes and learned my next steps with her. In my divination, it now comes down to my breaking through my impressions of what is and is not to begin working with her on a more intimate level. I need to let go of notions I have, and what notions I have come from my  upbringing with Christian world-view: warrior/war/battle, femininity, and success.

I’ve spent the last year and a day learning all I could of her, which, given that she was a Goddess of a pre-Christian time, isn’t a lot. Much of her has been lost to the sands of time. I did, however, make a firm and historically appropriate connection between her and Holda, which has filled in many blanks and has left me with a much more complete picture.

And, no, the irony is not lost on me that the life altering event which brought me to my Path is something with which Frigg/Holda is affiliated.

There was one last piece which I was not able to put together until just this past weekend. Frigg’s hall. She has her own hall, as does each of the Aesir. Her hall is said to be on the marshlands, but when I look at marshes, I don’t find her…I don’t feel her.

There’s an alternate translation!

If we look at Aesir Gods as a whole as sky deities, and Frigg as not only a sky deity but also a solar one, we have a sun goddess as included in Bellows’s translation of the Eddas.

Image result for sun with wispy clouds

Fensalir is Frigg’s hall and is usually translated to mean wetland hall. According to Mallet and Scott, the “fen” element, however, could also represent the sea. Taking all this into account, we now find a new location for her hall. If Fensalir means Sea Halls rather than Fen Halls, and Frigg is a sun goddess, then Fensalir would be not only a place but also a time.

Image result for sun setting on the ocean horizon germany

It would be the moment when the sun touches the horizon at the sea during the sunrise and sunset.

The moment I thought this, it felt right. I carried with it the rest of the day and every day since that it feels right. As I write this, it feels glorious.

I remember years ago, at the high school where I worked across town…the building had so many windows and there was sun shining in from every angle. I would stop and bathe in the glow of the sun and just feel good. Feel connected. I felt like I was being touched by the divine. Hubby, for years, has been joking that when he calls a Sun Worshiper, I actually am…that it goes beyond sunbathing.

Years ago. The golden threads of the Norns have brought me to where I am now.




Blessed Imbolc and Charming of the Plow

Signs of spring have started to pop up around our yard. We have three bulbs that have begun to sprout in our front yard. Two are bulbs Witchlette and I planted at Imbolc last year, the third is one of the remaining daffodil bulbs around our oak tree.

This evening, at dinner, we conducted our first Charming of the Plow ritual.

I had an offering bowl at the table with a bulb and some seeds to bless, which will be planted in our new yard.

We blessed our meal, and I shared the following

Today, what many people call Imbolc, our Germanic ancestors Kew at Charming of the Plow.

Tonight, we honor Odin Allfather, cheif among the gods. We honor Freyr, who rides his golden boar across the sky for longer and longer time. Skal and cheers to Skadi and Ullr, whose time of rule is almost through. They will soon retreat back to Skadi’s mountainous winter fortress. For Thor, whose rains are to come and for Sif, whose grains are to grow. Tonight, we give special acknowledgement to Gefjon, who took four oxen, her son’s, yoked them to a plow, and carved a plot of land just for her kin. To Frigg Allmother, with an honor of milk, as the kids and calves are being born, milk is flowing, and wool.os being harvested and spun. Above all, this night, we honor Jord, Earth Mother. May you have fields growing and flourishing,
propagating and strengthening,
tall shafts, bright crops,
and red tomato crops,
and soft sage crops,
and all earth’s crops.
May Nerthus grant you
that your produce be guarded against any enemies,
and that it be kept safe from harm,
from poisons sown around the land.
Now I bid the Mother, who shaped this world,
that none shall overturn the words thus spoken.

Final words taken from The Pagan Grove.

Hail to Gefjon

Hail to Jord

Hail, Skal, and Blessed Be



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?



No, Gods.

Oh! Which ones.

Loki and Thor. Does Thor have a hammer?


What does Loki have?


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?


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.


Color me late

So, I just recently realized something.

And I know I am late to this party.

I was late to this party by the time I was born.

I realized last week that I really really like Led Zepplin.

Yes, this realization stems directly from seeing Thor: Ragnarok for the second time for a friend’s birthday gathering and becoming midly obsessed with Immigrant Song.

My point…

…other than admitting that I missed the boat by decades…

…my point is, after listening to the lyrics of the song, other than that they make my Heathen happy…

…yes, I’m going to get political for a moment…

Recently, it had been shared that certain folks wish that only certain folks from certain countries would emigrate from their country to ours.

Those folks, first of all, would never leave their “one of the best countries in the world” homelands to come here. In their homelands, they have free medical care, maternal and paternal leave with an actual focus on family values, and a better education system than this country.

They didn’t always love their lands, however, and they at many points in history left the brutality of their homes. In search for more fertile farmland. In search for a more temperate climate. In search of gold and treasure. After all, Vikings are the original ganstas. 

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

Image result for vikings sailing west

And truth be told…they weren’t always taken in by happy hosts.




Is my heathen showing?

So…it’s cold. 

No, like it’s fucking cold. 

Told you. Fucking cold.

Some folks joke that little girl’s everywhere are looking again to Elsa and all of this attention has got the bitch strutting her shit again. 

Witchlette just did some work with Skadi not so long ago. I’m not saying all of this is the result of Witchlette, but I will say she has as much of a hand in it as the kids watching the movie adnausium. 

But…here’s the thing.

Yes, it’s cold. 

It’s also 😱 winter ❄️. 

The people who are seem to be the most upset over the cold are also the ones who griped their way through the summer because it was too hot. 

Yes, I agree North Carolina does not have the infrastructure to handle this cold. But with the jet stream getting weaker and artic airflow coming at more extreme latitudes more frequently, they, and other southern areas, better get started. Because it’s only going to get worse. 

Not too long ago, I would totally put myself in the camp of it’s cold and I want to be inside where it’s warm. Recently, I’ve noticed I run very hot. Folks around me are shivering and I’m sweating. My students know to wear layers in my classroom because 70° is as high as I will set the thermostat- mostly because any more than that is wasteful but also because I physically can’t take any more. I get nauseated when it’s too warm. 

Like I said, this is a rather recent change. 

Could it be mind over matter, that I am focusing so much mental and emotional energies of connecting with my Gods and my ancestors that my physiology has shifted?

This morning, I had on a winter coat and gloves, and I was very comfortable. Others wore more and were still feeling frozen. Around 2:00, I left from my classroom to go to another building on the campus and walked out to a balmy, sunny afternoon. It felt pleasant. Surprised, I checked my phone for the temperature and was surprised when I saw 34°. Wow. I just described it as balmy. 

Perhaps it was compared to the 16° on the way to work.

Then again, perhaps my heathen is showing.