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.
Here are some more depictions of Njord. My favorite of these is the bottm left picture, of him standing with a fishing spear.
First row: Statue of Njord is in Heiligenhafen, Germany. The picture second from right is by Helgath.Picture on the far right is by Thorskegga Thorn.
Middle row, far right picture: from the “Fate of the Norns: Gullveig” card game
(Unfortunately, I don’t know who created the other images.)
Because Freyr is the most subtle and nuanced of Gods (coughhackcough), no matter what I do, the prayer for him by Joshua Tenpenny absolutely refuses to become a page that I can link to. Instead, each time I try, it posts itself front and center on my blog. Each. Time. I’ve had to delete it three times now and at this point I just give up. You win, Freyr! Look–another post, just about you. And I’ve read that damn prayer like five times in the last twenty-four hours.
I did say I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a god who doesn’t talk back, didn’t I? Hmm. (Sigh. Freya was never this hamfisted with things. Seriously.)
Let’s see, what else can I do that will make Freyr happy. Well, I can print out another pic of him since the last one burned up a few weeks ago (a funny story which will likely not make it to the blog). I’ve already started putting together a page of images of him so I’ll have a companion page to the artwork and poetry/songs pages that Freya now has. Hmm, what else? Offerings. Pick up some pulled pork? Barley beer? Honey? Flavored lube? There are clearly not enough ithyphallic sculptures on my altar; I’ve got to rectify that soon (Ha! I said rectify!)
Wow, now I’m making bad Vanic jokes. Freyr’s definitely in the house.
Here’s to you, Ingvi-Freyr. May your love never cease, your indomitable spirit never flag, and your antler never miss its mark.