BCE or CE)
Plans: Blacktop Nationals, work 2nd shift
normally attributed to the (rather obscure) fertility goddess, Saeter (more correctly Saturn), we pray to Sibba/Sif and to Fro/Freyr, lighting green candles (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 us see your golden hair hid in its silk. When others see only bread, let us 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!!
Fro/Freyr, you are the god of “Ar”, the good harvest and prosperity: you are indeed
the lusty enlarger of life. When the day to day wears us down, remind us of pleasures and joys. Help us recall the wonderful excesses that brought our lives into being and which sustain the human spirit during good times and bad. Without you, there would be no life and certainly little delight. Thank you, Fro/Freyr, for the rushing life spirit and the eternal play of passions that make our lives fruitful. FRO/FREYR, HAIL!!
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
difficulties, a backbone, need to have backbone to get through, endurance, difficulty, “Shit happens, get over it!“, temporary cosmic consciousness, inner stability over external circumstances, the Shamanic link of experiences between the Worlds.
Outcome: Rough night coughing; coughing up stuff from where I don’t know. I’m not sick. Don’t feel sick. Where is this shit coming from?
The Blacktop nations just didn’t happen today.
It’s always stressful when the weekend shift starts at 13:30.
Work went fine.
This cough is getting dangerous: sore esophagus, hiccups, vomiting, but the danger came in when I went into a coughing fit on the way home. It was all I could do to remain conscious when my body ran out of air. Things went fuzzy on the Seneca off ramp with traffic ahead; close call.
I should mention the hurricane dominating the news this week. It’s been interesting to watch it move from N. Carolina all the way up to New England:
PM Prayer: Paltar/Baldr
Blameless Paltar/Baldr, shining god, let your goodness and your reconciliation smooth our paths on Earth. When our days here are over, light up death’s darkness with the promise of rebirth. Help is to avoid evil, and seek the good. Inspired by you, we will keep our reputations spotless that our lives be proclaimed a victory of the Spirit, and our leaving this life a tragedy. PALTAR/BALDR HAIL!
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!