I was journeying and checking in with Njord and a few others last week when I finally told Him that I was out of inspiration for His 30 days. (I’m pretty much burned out on a bunch of things, and my devotional practice is getting the worst of it, unfortunately.) His response? “Focus on the rune of gambling.”
My first thought was, the rune of gambling? WTF is the rune of gambling? I assumed he wanted me to create a bindrune about gambling, but I was unclear what the focus should be. Like, for gamblers, so they win? Or to help people take risks? Do we even have a God of Gamblers, or stories about them? So I went away a bit bewildered, but let it pass. These things generally make more sense as time goes on.
A few days later, I was putting together the usual handout that I use in my rune classes. This month, our runes are Eihwaz and Perthro. It wasn’t until I was literally typing the up the section on Perthro and looking for a picture of a dice cup to go along with it that I realized that the “rune of gambling” was Perthro! Perthro, the dice cup, which is “a source of recreation and amusement to the great, where warriors sit blithely together in the banqueting-hall.” Duh. I took it as a sign that I should get back to my rune work. (That’s the gods for you; ever helpful in keeping me on track.)
But yes, one aspect of prosperity and generosity is gambling, which fishermen and Vikings also did while waiting out the hours on those long boat rides around the world. Hail the pastime of sailors!
Gambling–what I also do each time I open myself up to hear the Gods and agree to do Their work. 🙂
One of the big changes that I haven’t really touched on much yet is how Freya’s absence has affected my 12-step program. She was my strong foundation in every aspect of my life. Literally. As the 12-step program is at its heart a spiritual program that relies so heavily on an individual’s strong connection with a Higher Power, losing Her feels like it has undercut all of the trust and intimacy work that I’ve done to regain sanity through my program. Ironically, due to my move, I have a new sponsor who has asked me to work the Steps again, and I find myself now on Step Three: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to care of God as we understood Him. The is the lynch pin of any 12-step program. The question is, which God is my Higher Power now?
Busy, busy, busy.
My apologies to all for not posting much recently. I blame this on 1) starting a new relationship (NRE, yay!); 2) my trip back to CA; and 3) starting a Patheos bi-weekly column (pretty much at the last minute). These are all good things–I can’t complain–but together they have commandeered all of the resources I have available. So, my #90DaysofOdin has slacked off quite a bit (though I still find myself talking about Him and defending Him pretty regularly, so I will count those days). And my other minor plans for world domination have also slacked off because, well, love. Love, people. Got to have your priorities straight.
Killer introductory article by Dagulf Loptson about starting and deepening your relationships with your various spirit entities: Gods, ancestors, and landvaettir (land spirits) alike. The TL:DR version: Treat your Gods and spirits the way you would treat your good friends. Visit them or talk to them on a regular basis; be courteous and respectful in your dealings with them; give them gifts; and honor any vows or oaths you made to them. It’s simple in theory, but not always easy in practice.
(Galadriel) ‘…Do you see now wherefore your coming is to us as the footstep of Doom? For if you fail, then we are laid bare to the Enemy. Yet if you succeed, then our power is diminished, and Lothlórien will fade, and the tides of Time will sweep it away. We must depart into the West, or dwindle to a rustic folk of dell and cave, slowly to forget and to be forgotten.’
Frodo bent his head. ‘And what do you wish?’ he said at last.
‘That what should be shall be,’ she answered. […] ‘For the fate of Lothlórien you are not answerable, but only for the doing of your own task. Yet I could wish, were it of no avail, that the One Ring had never been wrought, or had remained for ever lost.’
Sometimes the weight of my entire change in circumstances hits me all at once, and though I have hope and faith (and even patience, at times), and I am actively trying to be open to growing and changing… it overwhelms me. It’s a lot to take in. And a lot to grieve.
And sometimes I lose faith and, like Galadriel, wish that the option to change and grow had never come up at all. Even though I know I’d have ended up resenting myself for it, I sometimes wish I’d remained in the Shire, as it were. But then again, if I had–I’d have never have gone to CA to begin with. But I did, and here I am.
‘I pass the test’, she said. ‘I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel.’ “