Plans: perhaps one more trip to the graves.
Greetings to you, Mano, glorious male aspect of the moon; silver messenger on high. You’re the measurer and teller of time. 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 let us see the goodness within us and without us, all the nights and days of our lives. WE GIVE YOU A MOST HEART-FELT HAIL, MANO, as we honor the Mano that resides in us all!
Elder Rune Summons:
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Elder Runes in your way
Advise the mortal man today
Armanen Rune Summons:
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Armanen Runes in your way
Advise the Spirit man today
Havamal 152.
An eighth is mine, to all the Folk
Useful to know in their suffering;
Where hatred rises up between man and man,
This is can settle fast.
Separation, calm, necessity of fate, misery and death, change of luck as necessity, decision of the Wurtâ , Wurt/Urlag paid-for, cause-effect relations, capability to restructure Wurt/Urlag, That which cannot be averted, the Ur-law that is active in every
creature, separation, stress, karmic debt, karmic need, but with outlook for change of karma, banishing ill fortune by means of accepting karma and karmic law, Skuld, Divine justice that balances, use your Fate; do not stem yourself against it.
Utterance: EHWAZNOT!
Interpretation: Control (Ehwaz) over a change of luck (Not).
Outcome: It once again was a bit warm and muggy this morning. For his .6 mile walk, Toby was exceptionally well behaved. It was all he could take. His tongue was dragging!
Separated recyclables.
Porch time for Essie and Toby. Socks showed up at the end of it. Essie spent some alone time on her tether with my watchful eye from inside the house. Essie sure knows how to let me know she’s had enough.
OMGs! I had another Mom Memory: stewed apples! It could have turned out better; so well, as a matter of fact I heated up a pork schnitzel and a baked potato…YUM!
One more trip out to the graves. This time to leave a token at my sisser’s still-born baby’s grave. Then I went back to the other side where mom, dad and brother are buried. It’s well decorated this year. I’ll probably make the retrieval trip this upcoming weekend.
Two loads of laundry
What the hel is it with my former-and-most-evil-christian-brother? For several years now he erects these grandiose crosses at the cemetery during Memorial day. They’re easily three feet tall and he always places them directly behind the headstone. The only thing I can comprehend is we are being forced by intention to encounter the cross once a year whether we want to or not. To me it’s just typically christian, but it‘s pointless. He goes through a lot of trouble to accomplish this. I think he makes five of them, placing them at my father’s, mother’s brother’s, sister’ deceased husband’s and her stillborn
baby’s graves. It’s just about as stupid as can be.
Scata, Winter goddess, 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, show me the crisp freedom of winter and wilderness. Just as you were ready, willing and able to obtain your revenge on the Aesir for the killing of your father, Thiazi, grant us the same ferocity in our lives. Direct us to be strong, able and favored of you. WE GIVE YOU A MOST HEART-FELT HAIL,
SCATA, as we honor the Scata that resides in us all!
PM Clarification Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals
Alaf Sal Fena!