Plans: mow yard…
A.M. Prayer: Friday, we pray to the glorious siblings, Walburga Frouwa/Freyja and Ing Fro/Freyr, and lighting a gold candle (for Freyja’s tears and Freyr’s golden boar, Gullinbursti).
Walburga Frouwa/Freyja, who could not love you? Women admire you for your 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: My only plan for the day, mowing the yard, has to be postponed due to excessive wetness. Now what do I do? ROFLMFnAO…
Outside forces attacked via Newman. After I accepted the Rad Tech program, I found out that financial aid is a far cry from what I need. I feel pretty defenseless. Audie offered to help using her divorce settlement; which she is capable of doing right now. Her offer is in place of an addition on the house. I will probably accept her offer; I just hope that doesn’t create other outside problems.
I have to let Newman know my decision by Monday.
Lunch at Merle’s
I just kind of hem-hawed around the rest of the day.
Not in the best of moods…
P.M. 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!!
P.M. Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
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