MANNAZ & WYRD

Even when there is heartbreak, unfairness, struggle, pain, and sorrow...there can still be victory.

"Then began in his days the Frode-peace; and then there were good seasons, in all the land, which the Swedes ascribed to Frey, so that he was more worshipped than the other gods ... Now when Frey died they bore him secretly into the mound ... Peace and good seasons continued." - Ynglinga Saga

My tribute to the black earth, the white snow, and the beating lifeblood that sleeps within the mound in winter, waiting to awaken unto life each spring. Hail to Ingvi Freyr almighty, lord of Alfheim, liberator, king, and provider!

Original is acrylic on canvas, 4" x 6"

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤𝙣

((9×12"; Done in gouache/watercolor, colored pencil, crayon, and glitter gel pen))

I know I’m essentially asking two different questions, but the reason these two things seem to be intertwined is because these people are trying to justify everything the gods did as being viewed as good simply because they protected humans, and even though they did things like chaining Fenrisúlfr and raping women, it wouldn’t have been viewed as wrong but simply as something that Odin had to do because of fate. I see a problem with this because I don't think we'll ever really know whether the Norse people would have seen their gods' actions as purely good and treated them as benevolent deities simply because they protected them. I suspect that this idea is heavily influenced by Christian dualism, which is not being acknowledged, and I recall instances in the sagas where the gods were not viewed favorably, despite being worshiped. This doesn’t even include local beliefs in spirits who definitely weren’t viewed as purely good and who are mostly ignored in contemporary paganism in my experience. Hopefully, this makes sense.

I've had a hard time responding to this because it seems inadequate to just call it incorrect and move on. It's incorrect in a way that I think can give us some insight into the risks of reconstructed religion and the responsibilities that come with taking them on. I have a lot more to say about this, and have repeatedly started and stopped trying to say it in the drafts of this post, but that isn't what you're asking me to do, and I should save it for another time.

What I'll say briefly is that I've long had concerns that, as a modern religion still in an early development stage (if we're optimistic about its future), the foundation of heathenry is being formed in the context of social media that hijacks our need for community and redirects it to serve corporate interests to our detriment. I think the arguments you're seeing rise to the surface, not necessarily by anyone's conscious choice, for their fitness in an argumentative social media environment. They're not only good at shutting down arguments because of the asymmetry involved (it takes a lot more work for me to make the claims I did in my bullet points below), they also maintain an amount of exclusivity because few people would want to take these positions because they suck (if you think this is what heathenry is, the obvious choice is to just not be heathen… nobody is making you). I really do not have the capacity to believe that someone else believes the meanings of the words "good" and "evil" have been exactly consistent for their entire existence and someone who says they believe that is lying, possibly including to themselves.

I already linked it below but I'm gonna highlight a recommendation for the paper "De Natura Deorum: A Few Theses on Gods and Pantheons" by Jan A. Kozák.

Anyway here's my bullet-pointed actual response:

Ch. 11

“Dearest Georgiana,

I have just read the letters sent by you and James. And I must say, I am astonished. Three weeks in Bath and you have secured a proposal. From a young man of education and ambition, no less.

I write to say your brother is quite besides himself. He seems incapable of forming rational thoughts. He will need some time to recover, but I know your heart must be in agonies waiting for his reply. I cannot tell you when it will come. But I will try to convince him to at least hear you out. 

James hints at some mischief wrought by you and Kitty. While I would expect nothing less of her, I had not expected it of you. Yet young ladies will be young and not just ladies, so one must make some allowances. Goodness knows that they are made for young gentlemen everyday and twice as generously. Yet I hope there has been no lasting damage to either of you. I fear Kitty may not have learned the lessons she ought from Lydia’s fraught escapades, thanks to your brother's kind endeavors and my mother’s short memory, but we were all on the brink of disaster.”

This addition to the letter brought Kitty up short. Had not learned the lessons she ought! Of all the Bennet sisters, Kitty had perhaps learned them most. Jane was untouched, Kitty had gathered that Lizzy got a fantastically wealthy husband from the ordeal. Mary always considered herself above reproach in all things scandalous, and her parents agreed. Even Lydia had escaped all negative consequences at the time. Only Kitty, stuck at home and associated with Lydia so completely, had felt the sting of the misadventure. In Bath the reputation Lydia had garnered followed her. How she wished to do something childish to her sister, tie her boots together or tangle her embroidery or intentionally remove a bookmark so she lost her place. After all, if she thought Kitty a child, why not be one? But it was she who had kept Georgiana in check during their time in Bath, not the other way around. She reminded herself of just how wrong her family was about her. Then she took a deep breath and kept reading.

“Your brother has just come in. He speaks of sending for you forthwith. I am to send money with this letter and urge you depart at your earliest convenience. Please express our apologies to James and his wife as well as our congratulations on little Thomas. Urge them to visit as soon as it is comfortable to do so. Though it likely goes without saying so, please bring my sister with you. 

Your sister,

Elizabeth Darcy” 

Kitty handed the letter to Colonel Fitzwilliam who read it in his turn. When he was done he looked up at the girls. 

“Now Gigi, don’t look at me like that. I told Fitz about the business with you two so he’d understand that Mr. Muir was a good sort of fellow who hadn’t been after your money. I didn’t do it to get you in trouble. Either of you,” he said, turning to Kitty. “I suppose you can leave in two days? That will give you time to pack and for me to arrange passage. I’ll write to Darcy and tell when to expect you, I’ll send it by post right away. If there is any business left for you to attend to, today is the day for it, for you’ll have to pack tomorrow.” 

“Is there any business you need to attend to?” Georgiana asked Kitty. She seemed to understand her friend's fragile state. When Kitty had returned from her ride with Captain Tilghman she had been quiet. The added insult of her sister’s distrust was not helping. But Kitty kept her own council. 

“I don’t believe so. Do you?”

“Yes. Will you accompany me to the pump rooms? I’m to meet Mr. Muir there today. I want to tell him of our departure.”

“Of course.”

In the pump room both girls signed the book again to indicate their departures. Master Beau tutted over their retreat to the country. 

“The whole town is evacuating it would seem. First the Crawfords, then Captain Tilghman just yesterday and now you two.” 

Kitty’s head turned at the name, yet she dared not speak. But Georgiana sensed her interest. “Captain Tilghman? He left as well?”

“Indeed,”Master Beau confirmed. “He had been trying for a while you know. But had so much business that needed minding before he could go.”

“Oh, how tiresome,” Georgiana offered, as she must give some response. 

“Indeed,” Master Beau excused himself after that. 

It was not long before the younger Mr. Muir joined them and they took a turn about the room together. Georgiana informed Arthur that she was being called home. She promised to entreat her brother for an invitation for him as soon as possible so that they might meet. Kitty could see that Georgiana was terrified by the idea, but knew she would never attempt an elopement. Georgiana had only one true aim in life and that was the approval of her elder brother. It was an ambition Kitty could not aspire to. She’d never been approved of by a single elder sister, ever. 

The lovers spent as much time together as possible. Kitty fell back to give them some privacy, as much as one could in public rooms. For a moment she stepped into a side room, the same one where Captain Tilghman had first spoken to her. She felt a pain in her chest, like she had been running for too hard, too long. How she longed to stop. She sighed. There would be no rest for a while yet. 

The next day was full of packing and repacking. Mr. Muir was invited to dinner and Mrs. Fitzwilliam came down from her rooms to join them at table. Afterwards they retired to the sitting room and everyone worked very hard not to eavesdrop on Georgiana and Mr. Muir’s last evening together. Kitty was very successful without even trying. Neither her book nor the couple could catch her attention. She was elsewhere, wherever she imagined Captain Tilghman to be. Was he in London? In Lime? Or purhaps the country. She wondered if there was a lady who had caught his attention there, if he painted her too. 

Enough. She had enough of her misery in company. She excused herself and went to her room to prepare for bed. The next day would be tiring, and she already felt so fatigued. 

Almost $400 billion of transitional costs, plus somewhere in the neighbourhood of $25 billion to $50 billion in annual costs.

That was Alberta Premier Danielle Smith’s early estimate of the price tag facing her province should it separate from Canada.

“I think it’s responsible for us to be very forthright about the cost associated with what is being proposed, so people can make an informed decision,” Smith said Monday.

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