So, I love my Gods, and They usually support me. However, sometimes they do it in some strange ways, and often at the very last second. (For example, I was only able to go to PantheaCon last year because my tax return arrived the day that I left.)
This month they also cut it close, but they are covering my expenses, which is the goal. As my unemployment just ended earlier this month, I was kind of stuck. Then, on the 1st I got into a car accident. Luckily I wasn’t at fault–some guy just wasn’t paying attention and plowed into me at a stop light. Not fast enough to do major damage, but certainly enough for me to have to file a report. It wasn’t a bad one as far as car accidents go–neither I nor the car were severely damaged–and while the timing of the accident was really bad, there were no long-term negative repercussions. Now, I haven’t been in a car accident in at least ten years, so this did seem kind of random.
After all was said and done, however, I was able to get a settlement to cover my expenses for this month. (Who knew car accidents could be lucrative?)
It gets better.The accident money will carry me over until my loan dispersal check for my first quarter of school comes through. (Granted, it’s a loan, but still.) Then yesterday, I verified that I am indeed allowed to open an unemployment claim with my current state of residence, as the one with my previous state of residence had run out. (Again, who knew? I’ve ever been in any of these situations before.)
So yes, my financial stresses have been assuaged for the next few months. Not the way that I’d expected, certainly–but hey, if it works, I’ll take it! Hail Njord! Hail the Vanir!
I get reminded from time to time (thanks Njord!) that the Vanir are a close-knit tribe. When you honor one, you should at least give a tip of the hat to the others. With that in mind, here’s my full article on Offerings for the Vanir.
Idol of Njord in the assembly hall of Ásatrúarfélagið, Reykjavík, Iceland. Photo by Eric O. Scott.
Today’s Njord offering is not something I wrote, but an article by Eric O. Scott that The Wild Hunt posted two years ago. It describes Scott’s visit to Iceland and a conversation which illuminated the difference between how we American Heathens think Icelandic Heathenry “should be” (read: violent and obsessed with Vahalla) and what Icelandic Heathenry actually is (hippie-ish and family-friendly). It’s a neat little snippet of a visit to Iceland. The photo, above, is from his trip, and is apparently the Njord God-pole that stands in their Assembly Hall.
In non-Njord news, here’s my take on deconstructing how we understand the Brisingamen myth. (Also posted in full at Patheos here.)
Fishing folk magic from 18th c. Norway: wind your fishing line with words of praise to Njord.
The old folk [folk in the olden days?] were always rather lucky when they went fishing. One night old Gunnhild Reinsnos (born in 1746) and Johannes Reinsnos were fishing in the Sjosavatn. They had taken a torch and were fishing with live bait. The fish bit well, and it wasn’t long before Gunnhild had a week’s supply of fish for her pot. So she wound her line around her rod with the words: “Thanks be to him, to Njor, for this time.”
In my program, we say, “Turn it over to God(s). Then do the footwork. Then turn it over to God(s). Then do the footwork…..” It’s a never-ending cycle. We do our part so that They can do theirs. They do their part and pick up where our individual human power ends. It’s not one or the other; it’s a partnership, and we achieve more when we work together. Need abundance? Do your part. Then turn it over. Then do your part. Then turn it over.
It also helps to release specific expectations. The Gods don’t do our bidding. They can, however, decide to push things in our favor whenever they can, but what they push us towards may not be what we had expected. Do we reject what they give us because it’s not specifically what we asked for? That’s up to you.
“Sweetie!” He says. “I’m so glad you came!”
He gives me a big hug and swings me around, like a warm, friendly, generous grandfather greeting his granddaughter. I’ve always felt like a Daddy’s Girl around Njord. I assume it’s because of my relationship with Freya.
When I visit Him, he’s always sitting at the docks in Noatun; chilling with the seagulls, boats, and lapping waves. He always is so excited to see me. He always has some little bauble to give me. He never has any admonishment for anything I’ve done, or how long it’s been since I visited. He’s always loving and kind. He’s kind of like the grandfather I always wished I had.
The Vanir are a great family. It’d be a shame to miss the less prominent gods just because they don’t have fancy spears or hammers.