Plans: Aunt Malinda’s funeral, class
AM Prayer: Monday we pray to Mano/Manni, god of the moon, and lighting a white candle (symbolic of the moon):
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: Well, death for sure as today is Aunt Malinda’s funeral.
Aunt Malinda’s funeral went just as I expected. I got token smiles and token waves with absolutely no conversation directed my way. There is more than my Aunt Malinda’s death going on here. As I said yesterday there is also the death of connection. Outside of driving down memory lane there is little reason to visit the old haunts north of Wichita; which I will no doubt do from time to time; but for now, I’m content to let death happen. The grieving process has begun. There is no telling how long it will take to complete the grieving process. It will happen in its own due time.
I got to class in time for about half of it. There is quite a bit of studying to do.
I seemed to have lost my notebook for Positioning class. I’ve searched the entire house, car and even made two trips to the hospital in an effort to find it. I have not idea where it could be.
Helped W load a futon and a rug for moving. We may not have made a good relationship but we have certainly made good friends. I will surely miss her.
While helping her move the futon I was reminded of a tape I thought for sure was lost several years ago when W and I lived together. I started rummaging through this basket AND FOUND IT! After al these years I finally found it! It was a tape of my Audio Production class at WSU. It had both analog and digital recordings on it. The analog was just a string of sound effects. The digital part had a story called “The Baboon’s Umbrella”. For the final in that class I recorded a 5-minute ghost story. I was the narrator (electrified) and several of the sound effects. It was called “Cry Woman Bridge”. You would never know it was me. Needless to say I got an “A” on the final and an “A” for the class.
Not enough studying done today…cram tomorrow.
PM Prayer: All you gods and goddesses bless and keep your Holy Folk. From the cold shadows of the glaciers to the colder shadows of space, always, we have been your people. Guide and guard your North folk as you did in ages past. Wodan/Odin, give wisdom and craft to wits shaped by ice and fire that our foes be foxed. Donar/Thor, give us strength and the will to use it. Ing Fro/Freyr and Frouwa/Freyja, give full wombs so that bodies will be found for the souls of heroes. Let your Northern Folk grow in number and in power, so that our kind may live, love, survive and thrive, not just today, not for a millennium, but for ever and ever!
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!