Donar, Son of Wodan and Erda, husband to Sibba, wielder of Malant and Great God of thunder, thunder forth in our lives. When we would hold back, encourage us to advance.
When we would be weak, hearten us be strong. When we would shun life’s pleasures, inspire our appetites for that which is lusty and good. Excite our growth from strength to strength; teach us, elder brother, how to throw our own Hammer, and slay the giants who oppose our will. WE GIVE YOU A MOST HEART-FELT HEIL, DONAR, as we honor the Donar that resides in us all!
No Runes were drawn
Outcome: I’m just not doing well at Cox Machine. I’ve been there 5 wks and I continue to fuck things up. Kit’s all very depressing. Maybe I have to admit I JUST SUCK AT THIS! Perhaps my agreeing to this in the first place, and hence, effort at WATC was a waste of my time.
Donar ROARS in Wichita!
I barely had a chance to park my ass when my nephew dropped by to pick up the garden harvest I offered him and his family.
It seems I have people upset at me because I don’t want to go to OKC on Friday. I would much rather go, if I go at all, on Saturday. I have too many things to do on Friday that can’t be done otherwise:
Trip to the bank
Talk to both TAA and RTA reps for, hopefully, additional funding
WHAT? Sock came inside? Even though it was for a bit, still, it was odd for him. Soon enough he was ready to go back outside in the rain.
Brother called and is need of my assistance tomorrow.
Not in a good mood at all.
Wurtâ , all three, are present at birth
To weave our Fate from merriment to dearth.
Urda, Werdanda and Sculd, the dark queens renowned;
Glorious ladies ‘neath the Tree, work your mysteries in us now.
That which “was” we can clearly see.
That which “is becoming” will form now in our deeds.
That which “is owed”, will be, but we cannot yet see.
We celebrate die Wurtâ, the Ladies Three, for all eternity.
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Alaf Sal Fena!