Plans: World Cup, mow yard, wedding…
AM Prayer: Saturday, normally attributed to the fertility goddess, Saeter, we pray to Sibba/Sif, lighting a green candle (for fertility):
Sibba/Sif let us see you in all the growing things that sustain our lives. Help us look beyond the packaging and promotion, to the richness of the Earth from which all bounty comes. When ordinary eyes see only corn, let me see your golden hair hid in its silk. When others see only bread, let me see the grain, beyond that, your smile and laughter. Feed our might and main, Holy Sibba/Sif, that we may do our work in the world. HAIL SIBBA/SIF!!
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Holy Runes send my way
Advice on how to spend the day
Outcome: Jeez, forgot about taking poor old Sockies into the vet to tie his nuts shut. Poor little guy’s gonna get neutered. I understand the responsibility, but jeez…
Mowed half of the yard but the heat still got to me. It was necessary to take a wee brake from the World Cup to tend to my jungle.
World Cup Matches http://www.fifa.com/
Netherlands 1:0 Japan
Australia 1:1 Ghana
Denmark 2:1 Cameroon
Made sure everything is in readiness for the wedding.
Oh what a wonderful thought: Thor’s favor on the day of a wedding: PERFEKT! Lore says that Mjollnir is placed in the lap of the bride to aid in fertility
Poor Sockies; he went under anesthesia only to find out he’s already been neutered. There is another issue too; could be good could be bad depending on certain things.
The wedding went well…I guess; tough crowd…but I met the coolest kid with the greatest of spirits; maybe 9 or 10 yrs old or so…not sure. Physically he was in a bad way. Course of conversation tells me he has come to grips with his mortality. He is wise beyond his years. As I left the wedding party I told him it was great to meet him and he responded in kind. We gave each other the old knuckle-bump; even though he hardly had any hand with which to do it.
PM Prayer: Wuldar/Ullr:
Wuldar/Ullr, god of ski and bow, you glide through the snow-clad forests bringing death to game and life to your people. Remind us that life feeds on life, and that the beauty of the prey is formed generation after generation by the culling ferocity of the predator. Let your Yew-bow be the great World-Yew under another guise, so that through the spirit of the hunter, we may climb its branched to ever higher levels of awareness. HAIL WULDAR/ULLR!!
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!