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!



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.

Bedtime yeah buts

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

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. 


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

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

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.