Mornings Blessings all, crud I need caffeine 😴....hope everyone has an awesome day. Gonna try and work on the walking sticks more today and work on some of the great clean out effort of my grandmothers house. At the very least try and find the crystals for my suncatchers...if I find em I will post a picture later. Rock your day everyone!
Some Vikings will friday shatter the shaddows away. Some of us will stand by alfheims field
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Kindness received is never trivial. Small gestures can make a massive difference in another’s life and the timing can be so important. Anything received here is appreciated and will provide the needed motivation to carry on. Skål
The altar in our great room is always changing as we make new things or add to old things or are blessed to be gifted other things. After taking down my rifle and deciding it really doesn’t belong, and replacing it with my long bow - it looked like it would make a shareable photo. Maybe give someone else some inspiration?
Hail Valknudians "Níu Heimar" by #Danheim & #Gealdýr is playing on our sidebar #Fimbul Radio & Cold months of warm nights sketched upon snowdressed landscapes. Beyond the memories, I forget just to breathe, seeing Jutland.
Lots have changed, but i've no regrets, as they crash against these shorelines which resides within those seasons one tends to forget growing older.
With strands of a first kiss caught in my net, blurring the lines between forever & the choices i live by. Reminds me why we all are work in progress.
The wind sweeps dead leaves & promises across the frost colored grounds & through this silences where I use to talk loud to myself, when I was alone, damaged by time & the tides there, suddenly, she came into my life with warmth in her smile.
Painted mornings on my skin flowers reaching for the sun & everything changed enough for me to feel that this life could be beautiful. & This is the sound love makes as the scents of all the years are burning through me. Surrounding, defining & making me a better man than I ever imagined being on my own.
Smearing out the lightening that blisters the skyline as we stood unbroken all those years ago with strands of each other & The autumn clouds birthed archipelagoes from their shadows with all that comes together, like a resound of thunder burning between my hands while they remember the softness of her face.
Standing now in the doorway of our old home as the seasons falter onward towards an oblivion that has been trying to catch up to me for years.
Remembering all the days she & i shared together & i'm the sum of a man who will always remember what we gave each other & Now i'm just another restless ghost with some poetry etched in my bones stranded & forever trying to fill all these holes in my life.
Wishing you all a magical Freyr's Day!
36. From the east there pours | through poisoned vales With swords and daggers | the river Slith. . . . . . . . . . 37. Northward a hall | in Nithavellir Of gold there rose | for Sindri's race; And in Okolnir | another stood, Where the giant Brimir | his beer-hall had.