(Hermanod = Hoar Month)(ERE = Eternal Roman Empire; rather than BC, AD, BCE or CE)
Plans: work, early to bed
Walburga Frouwa/Freyja, who could not love you? Women as their own inner glory and highest attainment as the self-made woman, men for your beauty, passion and strength. Praise to you for the gift of life, and for the love that makes life worth living. Remind us always that it is the strong who love the best and the most, and that only the mighty can truly be gentle. Fill our lives with passion and lust that we may live our lives to the fullest. HAIL WALBURGA FROUWA/FREYJA!!
Ing 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, Ing Fro/Freyr, for the rushing life spirit and the eternal play of passions that make our lives fruitful. ING 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
Outcome: Huh? I was definitely not expecting this…
Work went extremely well!
At home I find that several of the candidates for City Council sent me flyers. They all left telephone numbers…ya wanna guess what I did? I called every one of them with one question: Conservative or Liberal. What’s SAD, VERY SAD is that every one of them is Conservative! It’s so sad that the conservatives have such a strangle hold on EVERYTHING around here that a Liberal just doesn’t dare run for anything. So, now I’m going to have to choose the lesser of the evils in the race. It seems that my conversations tonight may have done just that.
Early to bed for an early to rise: 5AM work
PM Prayer: Scata/Skahdi:
Scata/Skahdi, fleet on your skis and let me be the game you bag with you bow. Stun me with your grace and beauty, tuck me in the skin-sack at your side, and then take me to your home where wolves howl. There, teach me to know the pleasure of the hunt, the joy of exertion, and the crisp freedom of winter and wilderness. Brand my soul with wind-burn, so that even in the tedium of daily life, I will feel your warm breath, warm on my check, telling me to be strong, able and worthy of you. SCATA/SKAHDI, HAIL!!
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!