My article about the Love Notes is up at Patheos now. Take a look!
Share the love that is in your heart. A heart without love is a terrible thing. Show others that love can be multiplied, not reduced, when it is shared. Love, Freya
Be what you were born to be. Don’t hold back. From the deepest acceptance comes the brightest beauty. Love, Freya
Be sweet, and soft, and receiving. Soft, and caring. Now is not the time for harsh words. And, above all, listen! Love, Freya
And she grabs my face and kisses me full on the lips, imparts Her energy, and leaves. Damn. My goddess can sure deliver a punch of energy when She wants to. Which is, well, most of the time.
And I check in with Her today, and Freya is in full-on celebration mode. “CELEBRATE!” She says, and there is much feasting and merriment and just a whole lot of stuff happening in Her Hall at the moment.
And everything about Her is just so palpable right now. I don’t know if this attitude/energy is just about me and what’s going on in my life at the moment (more on that later) or if that’s just Her attitude about life in general right now.
I watch the merriment for a while and think, “Damn! It’s good to be a Vanic goddess.” And then, “Damn! It’s been a couple of months since I had a nice long visit to Vanaheim. Time to get back to it.”
Edited: And later, *headdesk*. This is two days after gay marriage finally became legal in the US. Of course She is celebrating.
Everyone deserves a chance to love and be loved. There is gold in even the darkest heart, if you know where to look. Pray to me for guidance if you have run out of trust and faith. Love, Freya.
Lay down on a field. Lay as if you are dying. Let pass through your mind your memories: of what you had desired, but did not get; of what you have achieved, and the awards and accolades they produced. See rolling from your fingers blood-red dice, marked with runes. I had given you strength, and agility, duty and perseverance. What have my gifts brought you? What did you make of them? Was it worth my time and effort to have sacrificed these things for you? If the answer is no…. GO OUT AND CHANGE IT. Love, Odin.
So I go about two lines into this Love Note before it occurred to me that something was definitely off here. “Freya? The fuck?” She put her hand on my shoulder and tells me, “Just let him talk.” She was in falcon garb–a white feather cloak that I’ve been associating more and more with her this past year. I’m not sure which “version” of her this is, but my guess is that it is the one associated with Her role as Chooser of the Slain. In the meantime, we have this nice motivational message from Odin. Who, by the way, sounds NOTHING LIKE FREYA.