Not everything is Christian baggage

In this blog, I don’t often bring up things I’m annoyed by or critical of in the wider Pagan/Heathen community. It’s not that I don’t think such things should be discussed. I’ve just preferred to put my time and energy elsewhere. But there is something that has been grinding my gears for so long thatFortsätt läsa ”Not everything is Christian baggage”

Flow and silence: my spiritual practice

In a previous post, I wrote about the why of my spiritual practice. Today I’d like to write about the how and what I do day to day to keep my mind focused on the Goddess and on my personal role within the Wyrd. When I first started out in Paganism, I tried to haveFortsätt läsa ”Flow and silence: my spiritual practice”

Out of love and devotion: The why of my ritual practice

In the Christian denomination I grew up in, there were very little ritual. Even the Communion rite was practiced only once a year and only a select few actually got to eat of the bread and drink the wine. So, when I got back into spirituality after 5 years of atheism, ritual was not somethingFortsätt läsa ”Out of love and devotion: The why of my ritual practice”

Haikus about the runes: Ansuz, rune of God(s)

Gods and GoddessesPetals of the One I loveMy prayers They hear Ansuz (a) is the fourth letter of the Futhark. It is associated with the word ‘Áss’, meaning ‘God’ and is therefore associated with the Deitys and particularly with Odin and His Æsir.

To Mardöll

Mardöll, Shining Maiden, Glistening over waters eternal, My longing for You reawakens each summer Mardöll, Mistress of waves, Lady of seas and Ruler of oceans, Before I could speak or walk, already You had enchanted me Mardöll, Great Dís of light, Your glory is known on every shore, The one who sees You never forgetsFortsätt läsa ”To Mardöll”

The web beneath my skin

The Lady knows all secrets,All fates are weaved before Her eyes.Yet, She tells none,Not even Her husband,Whose thirst to know fills the universe. The Lady knows all secrets,Morning, noon and nightShe sits at the spinning wheel and hums,Sings while She feels the threads of life pass between Her fingerstips. The Lady knows all my secrets,ForFortsätt läsa ”The web beneath my skin”

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