My first attempt in a very long while at writing Asatru fiction. I wrote this as a tributary during the week of Winterfinding, or Mason. I have worked some rationale into the narrative, but I suspect some of my regular readers will see at once the converging influences I have used as inspiration. Feel free to question or comment if you're moved to. No spoilers, you'll have to read. Or not. Boats and dinghies.
Thunder on a Thursday. I've a feeling it'll be a good day.
Brain Dump. Ode to backwoods edition. Also join my "No Orcs for Middle Earth" campaign on Faceberg.
I don't have a a Faceberg.
Brain Dump. Impromptu garden edition, in which your host tries to tie ancient Primeval Garden myths together.
Every storm is a new beginning sent from Mother Earth, a gift to you. Or so I would have me think.
The name has it.
Musings on trying to become my own Greenman in light of my few firmly held convictions. Hail to thee, Mother Earth!
Happy Friday. My gift for the Goddess is a prayer for my son. May he find his way as he makes his way toward Skuld.
A review of a book by Jean Markale, tracing the footsteps of the oldest Goddess(es) of civilisation till now. Special care is taken to point to a common ancestral Goddess shared between Europe and the Near-East, and potentially (ancient) America. I've filed this under highly recommended.