I got up early today on my day off to work out before the home fills up with the smell of cigarettes and the noise of smoker’s cough that wake up with my husband. It feels good to lift weights in the cool of the morning, when I can hear the calling of birds starting their day and going about feeding their families. This is my quiet time. This is what I can control in my life: the self care that helps me against aging, diabetes, high blood pressure, and stiffening joints. This is my “feel good” practice – finding simplicity in the moments I am with myself, feeling good being simple, feeling good being me.
Hello, Susan of the North here. I’ve changed my site name to Urd’s Well, because, well, I work with the Norns, and I have things that I want to share, and well, I thought this name might be more specific to what I do.
The women gather around Urd’s Well, eager and content to be together again. They have used the words of Invocation: “We are the Women of the Wyrd. We come together in service to husbands, sons, daughters, and each other. We are the Women of the Wyrd.” Word goes out, and the women come. Some are new. Some know why they have been called and some have yet to learn, to take confidence from the spiritual presence of the women around them who have come together today to Weave.
We are celebrating Thanksgiving differently this year than any year before. We have Covid-19 concerns, so we are celebrating this day at home, and will go see family on Sunday to share togetherness at a social distance beside their new fire pit where shelter from downward falling elements is also possible under their large gazebo.Continue reading “Thanksgiving Memories”
Dog was drooling. Old Lady and the Little Old Man had set out dinner. The rosemary covered roast he had made would be served with a spinach, feta, and olive salad. Old Lady picked up the bowls of salad and started for the table. Dog was really drooling now. Twin waterfalls were making a size-ableContinue reading “That Drooly Opportunistic Dog”
Dog sat watching Old Lady and Little Old Man at the dinner table. From the first sounds of food preparation, she had abandoned her Dog Doings – which usually involved sleeping soundly when there is not food to be begged for – and jumped up with enthusiasm for whatever scraps might happen to fall uponContinue reading “Dog, At It Again”
Since I took up with the Norse, I think a lot on the Tree of Life, Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil is a symbol with rich and far reaching connections to Life, Death, and all In-Between. As the Being that stands within Ginnungagap, Yggdrasil represents that most basic foundation of consciousness: Being. As someone who has talked and thought about Consciousness most of my life, I have noticed that whenever I mention “Being,” many people’s eyes tend to glaze over and ask why I am talking about Existence. This reaction has led me to believe that many people fail to appreciate the width and depth of their own Being. To simply BE, to take a moment without thought or haste or strong emotion is to sit quietly in the Well of one’s own center, to fully appreciate and know one’s own inner depth and breadth.
Among my goals for this blog is to share some of the teachings. One I will leave for today may poise a question – or not, but this was Hela’s great teaching to me: Learn to live fully and comfortably in your own body. Take care of it. If you have ailments -as I do- learn what it takes to live with them best you can. Accept the pain that comes as it makes every moment more real, more edgy, more alive.
I am a quiet person in general, so those who meet me don’t really know what is going on under the surface. I am content to leave it that way for the most part, because less is more. The less people know about me, the less I have to contend with jealousy, gossip, and the less I am persecuted by critical judgment. So I walk my talk quietly, and try to live from the perspective that my actions stem from my convictions toward the good of all.
Old Lady sighed. She sat behind the wheel of her bus waiting for the Elementary students to load. It had been a long week and she was eager for the weekend. It was only Thursday. The first student to get on the bus was one who was not known for sitting still, and when his brother got on, Old Lady knew it was not going to be a quiet ride home.