December thoughts

This December I am going to do my best to do a devotional month to Fenris. The thought just came to me. I think I will spend the month of December honoring Fenris with poetry, short shorties, mini stories and thoughts on Himself.

My new years thing is starting in December of this year. In a way though it was started in November. And going by my Celtic blood that is the new year. 🙂

November I have written a poem a day thus far. I have fallen flat on my nation novel writing month plan though. I did write poetry every day though.

So here is the plan.

December- on this blog poetry, mini stories, thoughts and short stories honoring Fenris. On my writer’s blog a mini story a day. (I think I will break up my story I was trying to write in November and post what I have on my writer’s blog and break it in bits, see if I can finish it that way.)

January- on this blog I will do a month for Narvi. Same stick as Fenris. On my writer’s blog more of the same every day work on poetry and stories.

February- Vali

March- Jorgumand

April- Hela

May- Brigid

June- Morrigan

July- Loki

August- Sigyn

September- Oghma

October- Thor

All of them will be honored with poetry, stories, thoughts and other things.

I will be working in my writer’s blog too. Building my skills and my audience.

 

Sigyn’s Day 14

Herself has asked for me to write more on the little short story that I wrote for her. She wants a novel. I am like ok. So for the cast.

CAST

Red haired daughter child of Thor/Morrigan

Sigyn

Loki

Narvi

Vali

Fenris

Jormungand

Hella

Thor

Odin (and his ravens and wolves)

Brigid

Morrigan

Sif

Fraya

 

And that is all for now. I get the feeling I get to personify Them within the con finds of the story. So that is for her she wishes to have it written.

 

Story thought: Thor brings his daughter by the Morrigan to his brother to raise. Sif will not allow the child in the house she does not care that it was by contract between he two families before she was ever in the picture. She does not want to raise anyone else’s children. So the daughter comes to Loki and Sigyn to be raised with their boys. This is a coming of age story filled with everyday magic.

Sigyn’s day 11

As I start my day I go though my head what it is that I need to do. I look over what it is I have within my home. I am content. I feel as if she is more content now that my home, my kitchen has what it needs within it. She worries about the feeding of the people she cares for so her worry was my own worry.

Wednesday I am going to cook something in her honor. I think I am going to bake bread. That always makes her happy. Might even try something different. A different kind of bread. I think I will let her choose. It will make her happy.

Today is a cleaning day before class. Than it is a run around get stuff done before class. So I think I will write her a quick something.

Hearth and Home

The fire crackles within the huge stone fireplace. The flames dance as a small blond woman checks the stew she is brewing. It is the larger pot than she usually uses. Loki had asked her to make more than normal for his other two sons and daughter and his second wife where showing up today. He wanted them to meet. Sigyn checked the bread in the oven build in the wall next to the fireplace. She smiles the bread looks like it is almost there.

She looks around her home. It looks beautiful and lived in. It is clean but does not look as if dirt is unwelcome within her home. She has two sons and a husband dirt is always trailing about in her home. She still had not figured out how they trailed dirt around the way they did. It was a great puzzle for she did not trail dirt why did they?

She started on the pies she wanted to cook next. The pie was a berry pie; blueberry, strawberry, raspberry. She smiled at it as she finished off the crust trapping the almost overflowing berries within the pie itself. She placed it to cook next to the bread that was almost done.

She once again checked the table. She had it set for who was coming plus a few plates. Loki’s family would sometimes come by unannounced during dinner and Sigyn wanted them to feel welcome and wanted and not like intruders. She felt a tugging on her skirt.

“They should be here soon.” She smiled down at the little red curly haired girl in her care. Her hair was wild and untamable no matter what her and Sigyn’s tried to get it to behave. “Maybe a braid?” The little girl nodded. Sigyn followed the little girl over to the chair and footstool. She sat in the chair and the girl sat on the foot stool. The two wrestled with the girl child’s hair. She got it to braid with much fussing and trying. The little girl stood and hugged her. They looked at each other and smiled.

“My hair gives me just as much trouble.” She smiled at her foster child. “My hair is just as curly.”

They both giggle and than sit for there really was noting to do until the guests arrived.

Loki 18

Today I think I will focus on Hel. She is one that people don’t seem to pay attention to. She plays and important role. She is a death goddess that takes care of the Norse Underworld- Helheim. This is her home. She gets all those that do not die in battle. She gets the ones that die of old age. The one’s that die from being sick. The ones that die from accidents. Anyone who did not die in battle goes to Hel’s realm.

Death Maiden

Deep in the metaphysical earth
You sit on your thorne
Over looking all that come to you
The dead, the honored dead
They come to your table
They stay in your realm
Until such a time that they are reborn
You know their stories
You sing their songs
History is something you remember
The history of each and every soul that has crossed your path
You know them better than they know themselves
You are their judge
Their jury
You read their verdict
You decide if they are worthy of rest
Or if they still have a lesson they need to learn before
They are reborn on the earth
You are as much a prisoner
As both your bothers
Though your prison is much larger than theirs
Death is who you are
Death is what you rule over
You can appear as a beautiful maiden
You can appear as a scary unearthly maiden
You are whom you are
You are Death

Loki day 9

I sit here and I think about Loki. He is misunderstood as a god. I sit here and think why I do not make excuses for his behavior in the lore. I do not white-wash it. I know he has done good and bad things. I accept that. He is a god of CHANGE.
Change is never easy nor is it ever welcome. People do not like change. I take that back they do not like change that supposedly ruins them. They like change when it gives them a boost up in the world. Not when it tears their world apart.
Who am I to judge him though? So I do not. He is what he is.
If you don’t want to work with Loki. Don’t. There is nothing that says you have to work with him. Just do not tell me that I cannot work with him. For I will flip you the bird from this side of my screen where you cannot see me doing so.
There is something that says when you hail Odin you hail Loki or Odin will not accept your hail. Funny how that works. Odin gets hailed a lot and Loki gets forgotten so Odin cannot accept that hail. Funny thought huh?
Heathens tend to white-wash the other gods. A lot of heathens tend to over look the blood-lines of their gods. A lot their gods have blood from the third tribe the etins. This is over looked. This is down played. Because they are the gods of good.
Who’s good? Ask yourself that. Who’s good?
Think about that. Give it a good long think.
This next poem is for the family, yes I consider them family. They call me their child. They claimed me as their own. I will not nay say Their choice. This one is for all of them.
Lost Within
Lost within myself I twist I turn.
I cannot find my way.
I stumble and fall to my knees.
Pushing myself back up I keep moving.
Blindly I move forward.
Blinking coming out of the tangled darkness.
I see dancing flames.
I stumble toward it.
The darkness that surrounds me tries to swallow the light I see.
I keep moving, that beacon of light beckons ahead of me.
Hope flares anew in my chest.
I move forward to finally reach the fires.
Warmth fills me.
I feel a hand on my shoulder.
A dark young man stand there with me.
I look over near him a few others stand with him.
They smile and wink at me.
“Welcome back cousin.”
The dark haired young man smiles.
We are always within you.
Remember that, when you start to feel lost.