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Bedtime yeah buts

Published April 22, 2017 by Lunapo

The bedtime “yeah but”s is a now a new phenomenon in my house. It’s been a semi-regular occurrence since Witchlette was 2 1/2. 

Last night I felt that I finally had an answer to all of the “yeah but”s which also stopped them. 

Last night, after reading her book, blowing out her candle, and telling her another Asgard story…

Mama, please…I need company. 

[Witchlette], there are two things Mama needs to keep being a good, sweet, patient Mama. Do you remember what they are?

Food and I don’t know. 

Sleep. Food and sleep. Mama is very tired and I need to go to sleep myself so that I can rest and be a good patient sweet Mama tomorrow. And you need to go to sleep because you have a big day with A’s birthday party. 

Ok Mama. But I can’t find Horton. 

/Pulls Horton lovey off elbow and drops onto face/ You don’t mean the one you were snuggling with already?

Oh. Mama. 

Food and sleep [Witchlette]. It’s very late (for you). I love you, good night. 

Balder’s dreams

Published April 17, 2017 by Lunapo

This evening for Asgard Stories, I cautiously relayed to Witchlette Balder’s dreams: he dreams of his own demise and Odin travels to Helheim to speak with a seeress to learn of Balder’s fate and it told he will die and spend forever in Helheim. 

Witchlette immidiately went into a panic. Was her favorite destined to die? 

I attempted to calm her with reassurance of his impending return, [rising from Helheim to lead with Magni, Modur, Thrud and the children of the older generation of gods] by comparing his death to sunset and sunrise. 

To no avail. 

So, taking her lead and seeing how I had gone to far and gave her more than she could handle, continued the story. Frigg went and sought a promise from every person, every animal, every thing to not hurt Balder. The gods then had a party by throwing items at Balder- throwing knives and swords, shooting arrows, tossing stones. They all gently hit him then fell to the floor. No harm done. 

And that’s it. 

I will not continue through the rest of Ragnarok until she shows she’s ready for it. 

Theism

Published April 15, 2017 by Lunapo

Polytheism. Monotheism. Athiesm. They all revolve around the belief of a deity. I am growing into a hard polytheistic, but I still have strong roots in spiritual Elemental athiesm. 

I believe I have shared this before, but it beats repeating. 

At a social gathering one night at CotE, B and I were talking about Witchlette and how I used Thor to help her overcome her nervous reaction to thunder storms. Over the course of one car ride, she went from panicking each time she saw lightening and/or heard thunder to seeking out lightning so she could see Thor. He shared a story of his friends’ children and how he showed them to clap and the sound they made with their hands is the same as thunder, only theirs isn’t as loud because the clouds were bigger. I had done that with Witchlette as well and shared with her the science behind thunder to parallel the Thor piece. 

He, being a Celtic Druid from Ireland, then shared his theory of science and spirituality. 

The Druids paid attention to the natural world and took in the natural order. They explained the natural world to their tribe. They were the first scientists, and they used spirituality to share their message. They would watch clouds gather at the mountain and the rain fall in the valley. This would happen again and again. They saw how furtile the land was due in large part to the rains. So they explained to their tribe the best place for them to settle is in the valley. There, they will have food and water and sustain. Why move? Well, I had a dream and the gods told me to move to the valley. In my dream, they said in the valley we will be fruitful. 

Witchlette has been regularly getting Asgard stories at bedtime. Last night was Ottar’s ransom. A few nights ago, it was Thor versus the Midgard Serpent, where he pulls Jörmungandr into his fishing boat. That night, she explained to Hubby how Thor isn’t real and the giant snake isn’t real, they’re just stories. 

I started my spiritual journey on spiritual atheism. I got a spiritual high from science and I believed, and still do, what we call science is Magick explained and what we call Magick is science not yet explained. They’re two sides of the same coin. It seems Witchlette is on the same path: she understands things from a scientific perspective but is still in awe in the beauty of it. She still says with one breath thunder is the clouds crashing back together after lightning, and in the next breath says it’s Thor. She sees it hand in hand, but as already stated that it’s just stories. 

I’m glad she has this world view. I’m very grateful that she is a growing into a good person for the sake of being a good person. It seems I am raising a spiritual atheist with flecks of polytheism. Cool. 

It makes me wonder what the future has in hold for her. But I’m loving every day right now. 

SB17: Days 2&3

Published April 12, 2017 by Lunapo

Tuesday with a very excited Witchlette climbing into bed with me, “What’s today, Mama?”

We casually ate breakfast- some sausage and a treat of an apple Danish each. After breakfast, the three of us got dressed in comfy play clothes and headed to Marbles Children’s Museum. At lunch time, we loaded up and went to meet Hubby for lunch. After lunch, it was time for Witchling and Mama to take naps. Witchlette got her TV time and snuggled while I snored. 

After snacks, the three of us got busy in the kitchen for dinner prep. Witchling dumped ingredients in the bowl while Witchlette and I dug our hands in and mixed. One of the best meals for little hands to help with has to be meatloaf. Not teeny hands that may go from bowl to mouth, mind you, but little hands. The point is to get messy and there is no recipe to distort with a mismeasure. A pinch of this, a dash of that, protein and binding agent of choice. Our loafs always contain dairy, preferably ricotta though milk also works in a pinch. It makes the loaf richer. 

Wow, rambling tangent. 

Today, we spent the first part of the day with my mom around town. After nap/TV time, Witchlette asked to get our feet scrubbed. I had a Visa gift card I had been saving for just such and occasion. We had snacks and headed to the nail place. The fine ladies recognized Witchlette immidiately despite only seeing her once before about a year ago. 

When we got home, it was time to get back into​the kitchen for dinner prep. Both kids dragged in chairs to help and loaded sliced potatoes into the baking dish. After tiring of this task, and seeing there would be no additional kitchen tasks forthcoming, played between the backyard and living room. 

Hubby and I are now relaxing and watching day one of the NHL playoffs. 

Tomorrow, the kids have spring parties at school and Hubby and I are taking a day for ourselves. 

Sharing the myths III

Published April 7, 2017 by Lunapo

The other nights I shared the theft of Idunn’s apples and the marriage of Skadi. 

During the second night, after recapping the first, we got to the part where Loki, as he is ultimately responsible for Trasi’s death since he handed over Idunn to him, had to hurt himself to get Skadi to laugh. 

As I described Loki tying himself to a goat and bouncing off the ground, Witchlette broke out into a crescendoing laugh much like I image Skadi did. 

It was one of those perfect moments. 

I am so incredibly blessed. 

Sharing the myths II

Published April 6, 2017 by Lunapo

Two weeks ago, in the morning as we were finishing packing for school/work, Witchlette asked me to tell her another “Thor story”. As I was also in the midst of other tasks, I did not put forth enough mental energy to properly pre-schoolerize the first myth which came to mind: The Mead of Poetry.

I skipped quite a few sections and didn’t give the ending the bang it deserves, and I told Witchlette so and promised I would tell it to her again at a point when I was not in the midst of packing.

Later that evening, after her lullaby, I knew I would have to run out to the pharmacy and told her so before we started signing. Witchlette asked, instead of her lullaby, if I could please tell her a Thor story. Since the pharmacy is open late, I relayed a The Treasures of the Gods and then we all sang her lullaby.

The next morning, I sat and thought about Mead of Poetry better and was able to give her a proper version of the tale. It was at this time that Witchlette’s title changed from “Thor stories” to “Asgard stories.” Over the next few nights, I relayed more and more myths to her and the new routine went from book, candle, lullabye, stay with me, bed to book, candle, Asgard story, lullabye, bed.

More recently, she has been concerned with the dark. She is frightened that she cannot see in the dark and she is worried about what she cannot see coming to get her. To try and calm her, I have relayed the relationship between the most beloved Balder and his twin brother Hod. According to many scholars, Balder did what he could for Hod- he always worked to include him and would share in his joys with him as best he could. When he was cast aside during the revelry of throwing axes and spears at Balder, Hod was left out because Balder was the target and no one else thought to include him. This is what made it so easy for Hod to fall pray to Loki.

Witchlette knows Hod before the mistletoe- the Hod that adored his brother and, while not as outgoing as Balder, is just as kind. There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark, because the dark is just Hod.

Witchlette’s response: “I like Balder better.”

 

Sharing the myths

Published March 29, 2017 by Lunapo

Witchlette has started her stay with me requests after we have sung her lullaby and kissed her goodnight. Last night, she asked me to tell her a story, specifically, “Deadpool and the zombies.”

I took advantage of her want for oration of stories, and shared with her a myths of the Norsemen. 

Below is the version I related to her of one of my favorites. 

Thor awakens one morning to find his hammer missing. He blames Loki, who swears he didn’t do it, but agrees to seek it out and share what he learns. Loki ventures out and finds the hammer in an ogre’s home. He speaks with the ogre who says he will return the hammer if Freya becomes his bride. 

Loki returns to Asgard and shares his findings: Mjolnir for Freya’s hand in marriage. Thor takes the news in stride, Tyr has done well with only one hand, surely Freya can give up one for the cause as well. Loki corrects him- he wants Freya to be his bride, something Freya admently refuses to do. 

Loki comes up with a plan. He transforms himself into a beautiful handmaiden and sews three of Freya’s dresses together to fit Thor’s frame. He covers his head, face included, in a veil thick enough to hide his bright red whiskers. As a finishing touch, Thor dons Freya’s special necklace to prove his false identity. 

Loki the handmaiden and Thor the bride travel to the ogre. They enjoy the wedding feast, where Thor eats his usual amount and consumes his usual amount of mead- helpings that are not appropriate for a dainty Freya. Loki explained it away as “Freya’s” want for the other, her excitement at becoming his wife, that she must eat to have strength. 

After the wedding feast, Mjolnir is presented to bless the union. As it is placed before “Freya” at the table, Thor stands, rips through the dresses, and smites all the ogres. 

Perhaps, if she asks tomorrow, I will share about the building of the wall. 

So It Goes

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” J.R.R. Tolkien

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