“Tears in the Ocean”, by Michaela Macha

In my ongoing quest to find for more poetry for Freya, I often end up at Michaela’s website, “Odin’s Gift”. She has a huge collection, for most of the Norse deities, and many others. Here is one of her own poems, describing Freya in her search for Odr… (It’s actually a song, apparently; you can hear it here.)

Tears in the Ocean

I hardly noticed when he was going,
I didn´t think to say him goodbye.
I missed my chance on that day, little knowing
He would not return and I´d never know why.

I hid at my home, hid my sorrow and rage,
I buried my grieving ever so deep;
But love freed my feelings and feet from their cage:
I set out to search him, and started to weep.

My tears in the ocean turned amber and gold,
My tears at the Tree were filling the Well;
My tears in the field made the flowers unfold,
My tears at the river were flowing to Hel.

I wandered the wastelands, I searched far and near,
As falcon I flew over mountains and hill,
From daybreak to nightfall and year after year,
And in all my dreams I am searching him still.

My tears in the ocean…

I roamed through the realms of the quick and the dead,
I searched on the other side of the sky;
No place in Nine Worlds where I did not tread,
And wheresoever I went, I did cry.

My tears in the winter turned crystals of ice,
My tears in the night, seven stars for the sea.
My tears fell as diamonds, a find for the wise;
My tears they brought comfort to any but me.

In Midgard I talked to the daughters of men,
To widows and orphans and all who have lost;
In memories, their loved ones were living again,
Their songs were burning like fires in frost.

The wyrd of all worlds and all wights is to perish,
I wept for the fate of each man and each god.
I wept for all we hold dear and we cherish,
But most of all, I wept for my Od.

I forget how he smelled, I forget how he smiled,
But I shall always remember our love.
I seek for his charm in the eyes of our child,
And I hear his voice in the sound of her laugh.

My tears in the ocean…
I seek for his charm in the eyes of our child,
And I hear his voice in the sound of her laugh.

My tears in the ocean…

Finding A Perfect Match for Freya (and Her women)

I ran across an article this morning called “6 Things an Evolved Man Wants From a Woman“. I generally see these type of articles–what a man wants from a woman, as if it was a one-size-fits-all kind of deal–and skip over them. But this one caught me; what is this evolved man thing? And what’s an evolved woman like?

A lot of the author’s points revolved around “evolved” men and women being their true, authentic selves. In other words, being strong within themselves, knowing who they are and what they like, what level of maturity, trust, and respect they will give and expect to get in a relationship. I was with the author up until he got to points #5 and #6, though, in which he starts to talk about “an evolved man’s need for his partner to surrender” sexually and regarding the power dynamics within their relationship. This brought out my knee-jerk feminist reaction. But, if I’m honest with myself, I have to say that he kind of has a point. It’s nice to be able to surrender once in a while. And if you work with a strong-willed, dominant goddess like Freya, this presents a challenge; who would we feel comfortable surrendering to, and with? Who would be a good match for Freya, or Her women?

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Facets of Freya

I’ve updated my “About Me” page to include a section on the many facets of Freya. Here is the material that I’ve added (and a good writeup it is, if I do say so myself):

The Many Facets of Freya

As with many pre-Christian deities, Freya is very complex and rules over many aspects of life. For me, she is a goddess of Beauty, Love, Power, Gold, boundaries, and the sensitive open heart of a lover. Others experience her darker side as the Chooser of the Slain–walking the battlefield and taking first choice of those dead warriors up to Her hall, Sessrumnir, in Vanaheim. Yet others see her as the Gythia, priestess and seeress, wild and wise in the magic of seidh that Odin coveted. She can also be seen in the embodiment of the green and gold fruitful earth, working with Her brother Freyr to keep the animals fertile and as He keeps the land fruitful. She is also the wife of the lost one, Odr; as She searches for him, she weeps; her tears turning to gold when they reach the earth. Those who connect with this side of her understand the loss of love, whatever form it takes, and know that She mourns with them.

She is the wild, sweet lust of a summer night; the raucous, passionate, unexpected fling; the rush of falling headlong into love; all love and relationships that are forbidden or taboo.  She is the Goddess of unabashed New Relationship Energy (NRE). She will help you start a relationship, but not necessarily make it last; look to Her ecstasy, but not necessarily commitment. (If you are looking for contentment within a long-term relationship, you will be better served in appealing to Odin’s wife, Frigga.)

To me, She is also The Queen; separated from her beloved husband Odr, She rules her Hall and her body completely, and does what She pleases, when she pleases, and with whom she pleases. She is not beholden to anyone–not a husband, not her tribe, not the Aesir or jotuns. In this facet, she can be seen as the Strife-Stirrer (as opposed to Frigga’s and Freyr’s roles as community frithweavers). She is the most beautiful of the Norse goddesses, coveted by Gods, jotuns, and humans alike, and fights are often waged for Her hand in marriage–but She never lets Herself be tied down against Her will. Thor Himself dressed as Freya to trick a jotun rather than to try to force her to be married against Her will.

As with many complex deities, Freya has both a light and the dark side of Her nature; which side you experience depends quite a bit on what lens you have to look through. She can be dangerous in that She can (though not necessarily “will”) bring out the negative aspects of power and goldlust in those people who work closely with Her. Her energy, if filtered through your own issues in these areas, can inspire power struggles, selfishness, greed, jealousy, obsession, stinginess, and materialism. As with any other powerful goddess, people who work with her can be drawn to that darkness and obsession rather than try to share her light with others. The choice is yours; but know that the Norse gods are very present, and, in my opinion, not very subtle in letting you know Their opinion.

“World Before Columbus”, Suzanne Vega

Just got back from a high school reunion. It went well, I guess, as far as these things go; never having been to one before it’s hard to say. I hate making chit chat, and doing so with a bunch of what are essentially strangers is not my cup of tea. Add to it that it was freezing cold and the music was really loud, and you pretty much have my version of Hell. At least I looked smashing, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, the whole thing brought to mind a song by Suzanne Vega, which talks about a person’s value and worth:

Those men who lust for land / and for riches strange and new / who love those trinkets of desire/ no, they never will have you. / And they’ll never know the gold / or the copper in your hair. / How could they weigh the worth  / of you so…. rare.


Looking back on the rest of the lyrics, it could also be a long song for Odr.

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A love song for Odr, “A Hero Comes Home”

Odr is Freya’s long-lost husband. We know they were married (probably before the Aesir/Vanir war). He may have left her to go off to war, protecting Vanaheim or raiding like the rest of the Vikings. He may have left because he just didn’t want to be with Freya anymore. We don’t know. We know next to nothing about him. The only thing we really know is that Freya loved this being so much–above all of her other amours, apparently–that She has been searching for him ever since, longing, crying tears of gold. (It’s possible that he may have become Odin, or is a hypostase of Odin, and that she partnered up with him again after the War– we just don’t know.)

A Hero Comes Home (from Beowulf, 2007; sung by Idina Metzel)

Out of the mist of history

He’ll come again

Sailing on ships across the sea

To a wounded nation

Signs of a savior, like fire on the water

It’s what we prayed for, one of our own

Just wait–though wide he may roam

Always a hero comes home

He goes where no one has gone

But always, a hero comes home

Deep in the heart of darkness sparks

A dream of light

Surrounded by hopelessness

He finds the will to fight

There’s no surrender, always remember

It doesn’t end here, we’re not alone

 Just wait–though wide he may roam

Always a hero comes home

He goes where no one has gone

But always, a hero comes home

And he will come back on the crimson tide

Dead or alive

And even though we know the bridge has burned

He will return

He will return!

Just wait–though wide he may roam

Always, a hero comes home

He knows of places unknown

But always, a hero comes home

Someday they’ll carve in stone

“The hero comes home”

He goes, and comes back alone

But always, a hero comes home

Just wait–though wide he may roam

Always, a hero comes home…

(Not my own creation, unfortunately, but dead on, in my opinion.)