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Labels & Such

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So, I joined the “Zero to Hero” challenge oping it would help me keep up with my blog. Unsurprisingly, the first challenge is an introductory challenge, wherein you’re supposed to talk about you and why you blog. The thing is, I always have trouble defining the “Who Am I” bits. it’s all rather bullet points and I always feel like people don’t get a feel for who I am. That’s the thing about labels, no one fits their labels, even self-appointed ones perfectly. Heck, while trying to apply for insurance today, I spent twenty minutes trying to figure out whether to click “disabled” or not. I don’t collect social security or anything, but I can’t drive and I was delayed with every milestone growing up, spent loads of time in physical and occupational therapy, the labels don’t fit comfortably.

So, me. I’m a 26-year-old heathen woman, living at home, going to night school to try and find a job, and trying to become more independent and self-sufficient while trying my hand at homesteading. Doesn’t sound that hard, right? Well, it’s harder in the middle of rural Pennsylvania when you can’t drive, there’s no public transportation and you’re more likely to see Amish buggies than sidewalks. People don’t realize how hard it can be when you can’t just jump in a car. I dare you, darling readers, to think about how you would get from every Point-A to Point-B tomorrow, if you couldn’t drive, had no public transport, and no sidewalks. It’s not easy. ūüôā

As for why I blog, I have many reasons. It keeps me motivated if I have things to share, so I’m less likely to fall behind and never pick it up again than the dozens of private journals I’ve started over the years, because there are readers. It also helps me feel less isolated, especially in winter, where just walking across town is dangerous. It’s hard to make friends when your town is small and you can’t just “go see” a friend really easily. It’s also nice to have a way to connect to the heathen community, especially since I can be (unbelievable to those who know me) very shy, I actually found out there’s an organization in Berks County, though I’ve never been able to go to anything or meet any of them, because 1. shy and 2. night school Monday-Thursday.

So…that’s why I blog. I hope it wasn’t too boring.

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Happy New Year!

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It’s the new year, and I have resolution. As well as the usual resolution to lose weight and get stronger, I’ve also resolved to take more care and update this blog more frequently and be more frugal. Oh, right, and finish cleaning the house and tend the garden. Okay, maybe a bit more than I thought.

So far so good, though! I’m nearly finished giving the house a complete once-over, which is a miracle with everyone we’ve had visiting. I also started planning out the garden and everything I want in it, but I feel as though I’ve still got loads of room to cultivate. Anyone from Pennsylvania or zones 5 and 6 have any suggestions for crops?

In other news, I bought my first¬†Mj√∂lnir pendant,I have been trying to find an Irminsul or triple horn for ages, but haven’t had any luck. So, yay new shiny jewelry. I am only slightly annoyed because none of my many chains fit it, so I had to lace it with some random cord, but still! I was a little worried about it, since I’ve never felt any kind of draw to/from Thor, but as a symbol of faith, I think it’s okay? Any thoughts from heathens of wordpress?


What The Frick

Canning pears and relationship woes continue. Current total of pears: 38 quart. Current attempts at discussion with the SO that turn into fights or crying? 2.

Bah, humbug.

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I’m trying to be a peacemaker, it’s just not working, and the lack of frith is trying my patience and keeping me from sleeping properly. I am not a doormat, and I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who I have to give constant reassurance too. I don’t find the good morning text cute or sweet, and yes I am going to put my family first. So, in my frustration, I decided to draw closer to Frige. Now, I know most heathens out there are Norse and not Anglo-Saxon, that doesn’t bother me. Being unable to find an Irminsul among a bevy of Thor’s hammers? Annoying, but yeah, okay. It’s understandable, law of supply and demand.

But when I go online and find medallions for Odin, Freyr, Freyja, Thor and Tyr, but Frigga gets ignored, I don’t get it. I glanced over options, and debated over things, but nothing seemed to feel right. Then I went into West Reading to the nearest store that stocks heathen-y things, and I thought I hit the jackpot. Absolutely¬†gorgeous statues. I look closer, and the same problem. Odin, Odin, Freyr, Freyja, Tyr. I go online again, thinking, okay, I’ve got to be missing stuff. There’s got to be equal representation here somewhere for Frigga, she’s the Queen of Asgard!

So far, I have found one pendant (and a half maybe, if you count the Traveler’s Charm) and two statues. Am I just looking in the wrong places, or is Frige getting seriously shortchanged here? is this more of the Freyja is awesome and sexy and Frigga’s a doormat crap I sometimes hear? If it is, I think someone needs hit by a lore-by-four.

I blame Wagner. Am I allowed to do that? Some many people are exposed to Norse myth through The Ring Cycle (or maybe just me) and he represents Frigga as a jealous cow. So, until I have more evidence, I’m blaming Wagner.


Pizza and Fighting My Own Battles

I’ve had a couple hard days, between side effects from meds on top of girl issues, relationship woes, and migraines. So, today I decided to treat myself with homemade pizza. As I was pounding my frustration out on the dough, I thought about an issue I’d been having in my relationship.

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Namely, the idea of my SO attempting to “defend” me. ¬†Now, in most of my life, I’m a stereotypical Frigeswoman. I enjoy domestics and find spinning the only way I can get myself in a meditative state. I love children and working with them, and enjoy peace around me, despite being quite sneaky.

However, I’ve been fighting my whole life, and it’s made me a stronger person. I’ve fought against my own body, against bullies, against anyone who pushes me. When it comes to my battles, I want to fight them. I don’t want to be on a pedestal, I want to be on the ground, fighting back. I don’t want to someone to avenge me. ¬†That takes away part of me and my chances to change for the better. I suppose it’s the viking and the Scot in me, the S√°ga¬†and¬†Sc√°thach, refusing to be undermined.

While I don’t know what it means for my relationship, I do know it ended up making some pretty good pizza.

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