Greetings to you Mano/Manni, silver messenger on high, as you fly silently on your way reflect into our souls the glory of the High Ones that we might aspire to the realms of the gods. Bathe our world in soft brightness, and whisper to our souls of joyous realms beyond our knowing. Mano/Manni let us see the goodness within us and without us, all the nights and days of our lives. MANO/MANNI, 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: Work, as always, went very well!
While at work I wondered what in the world was so special about March 14...March 14...hmmmmm…OMGs…YES! I didn’t even give thought about March 14 being my middle son’s birthday. Too, I had to think how old he is today: 31. This is the saddest story in my life. This has been a disruption in the Clanic relationship for decades; not of my making.
I wasn’t ready to be a father early in my marriage, but it was thrust upon me by a devious wife (now ex-wife as of “84). However, I melded into the role of father very easily for several years; that is, until I divorced the same woman for the second time and she left the state with my three boys (long story, no details). Sad, I was a man who was now ready to be a father, but that opportunity has been forever ripped away from me. My oldest son was 5, middle boy was 3, and the youngest was but a toddler when their mother left to live with an airman in Klamath Falls, Oregon; violating the court order. It’s amazing how much women in the 80’s could still get away with. Sad as this story may seem, I have built a callous over the issue. I have never hidden from them; as a matter of fact, I have been in touch with my eldest son twice. He’s so full of his mother a real father/son relationship is impossible. Yet, I remain open to any contact from any of them, but I wont make the same mistake of years ago by making the first move. If any of them were wanting to find me I’m sure they could. I just hope they don’t wait until my deathbed to make contact.
Meeka for an evening walk since Sunna is up a bit later now.
PM Prayer: The Norns:
The Norns all three are present at birth
To weave our Fate from merriment to dearth.
Urd, Verdandi and Skuld, the dark queens renowned;
Glorious ladies ‘neath the Tree, work your mysteries in us now.
That which “was” we clearly see.
That which “is” formed now in our deeds.
That which “will be”, will yet be; but cannot see.
We celebrate the Norns, the Ladies Three, for eternity.
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!