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SKAÐI

"Wife of Njörðr, woman of cold. She the wanderer of woods; the huntress in the snow. The winter's moon calls to her, with the wolves that follow her. With her bow and arrow, she aims ahead on a stag with no place to roam."

Rain is giving by your will, and poured with your blessing, golden King, from the meadows of Yggdrasil, where among the hidden people, you were enthroned.

Burn at the deepest reaches of the earth, along the webs of roots, under every flower. Draw life from decay, blooms from the ice, music from the hours of dawn, unspoken and true.

Trees and rushing rivers, in their might, flow with your pulse like blood. Glorious peace, by your grace, is bestowed upon grief-stricken souls, the gift of harmony beyond conflicts and strife.

Daily trials cloud the mind like fog, in the endless cycle of resting and waking, the tidal force of doubt where your hand reaches, to grasp mine and leave your mark.

Hope, the world’s undying truth, goes to dust with each sunset, and with each sunrise, is reborn again. Hear me, King of Kings, fragrant and luminous, ruling from the high seat of golden Álfheimr:

I thank you for your countless gifts, the welcome rain and sun, the moments of perfect bliss, which you give freely. I praise you for your loving presence, your grounding power, your steady guidance.

this is exactly how certain spirits feel to me — not fully person, not fully landscape, but something in between.

the kind of presence you would meet at the edge of the woods, half-grown from light and moss, carrying a branch like a staff and saying absolutely nothing because it doesn’t need to.

hail to the goddess of beauty, magic, love, and sex. thank you for all you have done to teach your followers to love ourselves and others, and for helping me to embrace the diversity of my sexuality ❤️

“Odin was the most prominent among them, and from him they learned all the skills, because he was the first to know them. Now as to why he was honoured so greatly—the reasons for that are these: he was so handsome and noble to look at that when he sat among his friends it gladdened the hearts of all. But when he was engaged in warfare he showed his enemies a grim aspect.. He spoke so well and so smoothly that all who heard him believed all he said was true. All he spoke was in rhymes, as is what is now called the art of poetry, he and his temple-priests were called verse-smiths.. Odin was able to cause his enemies in battle to be blind or deaf or terror-struck, and he could cause their swords to cut no better than a willow wand. His own men went to battle without armour and acted like mad dogs or wolves. They bit into their shields and were as strong as bulls or bears. They killed men, and neither fire nor iron harmed them. This madness is called berserker fury.. Odin had with him Mimir’s head, which told him many tidings from other worlds; and at times he would call to life dead men out of the ground, or he would sit down under men that were hanged. On this account he was called Lord of the Undead or of the Hanged. He had two ravens on whom he had bestowed the gift of speech. They flew far and wide over the lands and told him many tidings. By these means he became very wise in lore. And all these skills he taught with those runes and songs which are called magic songs [charms].”