A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 31

Yesterday everything that could go wrong did but I didn’t stress. I was super proud of myself for not letting my mind overthink situations. I did my job, in fact, I actually cared about the final product. I was also able to voice my concerns and opinions about certain things not that the person (one of the many in the office that treat me like I don’t matter) actively listened. In the end, the company will make money and gain more recognition off of my hard work. I realized the problem with their snobbiness and the fact they believe that they’re better than everyone else is THEIR problem. Action reflects leadership and they learn from what they see their supervisors do.

I didn’t get a chance to have coffee with my friend due to health problems with her and we have made plans to make plans next week (if weather permits). We talked on the phone and that was just as good. Up in a good mood and continuing with the Havamal study. I have to say that it’s helping through my day to day life.

Pocket Version:
Clever thinks himself the guest who
jeers a guest, if he takes to flight. Knows
it not certainly he who prates at meat,
whether he babble among foes.

Chisholm:
He is wise who leaves the flyting
when guest mocks guest.
He who grins at the feast
does not know that he chatters among foes.

I think this is a continuation from stanza 30. I think it’s saying it’s better to leave while mocking and making fun of guests is starting to happen. If you sit quietly and grin or snicker you are actually not sitting with friends. They will do the same to you. I think that I couldn’t leave however but try to get the person to walk away with me or say something in their defense. The people being rude are already going to talk about me why not give them a reason.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 30

Super proud of myself this morning (so far) woke up in a decent mood with a brief moment of irritation courtesy of my husband, made my lunch, curled my hair, and even invited an old friend to meet for coffee this afternoon. I even have time to read my stanza for this morning. Reading it yesterday was a huge mood booster and I’m going for day two.

Pocket Version:
For a gazing-stock no man shall have
another, although he come a stranger to his
house. Many a one thinks himself wise, if
he is not questioned, and can sit in a dry
habit.

Chisholm:
Do not ridicule another man,
though he is kin. He oft seems wise
who is not questioned,
and leaves dry skinned.

So my pocket version (translated by Thorpe) seems a night and day difference from Chisholm’s translation but there are a few different translations and I would contribute that to individuals trying to translate Old Norse. I think the advice here is unless you want to cause awkwardness among friends and family do not question their intent or reason for visiting. I have family that seeks out a way to ridicule me for the visit or reason. It’s embarrassing when this happens for all involved and doesn’t end well. If the situation doesn’t happen then more time getting together would happen. So I take the last two lines seem to explain that better than I just did.

OK, first, who can teach me Old Norse? Or lead me in the direction that won’t cost me an arm and a leg? Second, if I have coffee this afternoon with my friend then my 365-day project will be a little late and/or it’s going to be a picture of coffee or coffee related.

Happy Tuesday Y’all!

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 29

Today is Monday and I did a little extra self-care and I’m in a great mood. Although my husband walking through this morning sounding like a cross between Chewbacca and Vader with his cold did make me cringe. I’m trying to get back to my schedule and I think this week may let me as there isn’t so much planned (that I’m aware of). This morning I’m going to start where I left off at bringing me to stanza 29.

Pocket Version:
He utters too many futile words who
is never silent; a garrulous tongue, if it be
not checked, sings often to its own harm.

Chisholm:
He who never shuts up
blathers powerless staves.
The speedy tongue that never stops
often brings itself harm.

I like Chisholm’s version because the translation is a little easier to understand than my pocket version. Well, at least quicker. This stanza seems to continue with know when to be quiet during conversations and speak when your knowledge of a subject is a bit better. It’s ok to carry on full conversations and learn but careful what you ramble. Those words could possibly come back to bite you in the butt. I’ll remember that today but I’m also going to remember to stay positive.

Happy Monday Y’all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Update About Me

Last night for Valentine’s day as you may know from my last 365 Day project post that the evening was spent in the ER. I have been having a really bad week in a toxic work environment that it finally caught up with me. It was after lunch yesterday that I had to deal with a coworker treating me like I was beneath him and talked down to me about a subject that he knew nothing about NOR would he listen to what I was trying to say. Ultimately, in the end, he learned that I was right (I’ve only been doing graphics for the company for over two years and he’s worked there less than 6 months). This prompted unpleasant behavior on both our parts. I refused to talk to him and he refused to be a decent human being.

After that little spat, my abdomen started hurting. Not like, ‘Oh ouch…I ate too much food’. It was, ‘I’m going to die here at my desk because my appendix just burst,’ pain. I had an hour and 45 minutes left of my day and sat there in pain doing graphics and dealing with people that could care less about me. I made it home and still, I stubbornly refused a trip to the walk-in clinic. My son had a little class recital and promised that I would see him sing. That’s when I felt a pop and decided that I should probably get looked at. Got to the clinic and because my symptoms weren’t a direct tell-all of what was going on I had a first class ride in a wheelchair to the ER side of the building.

They were polite and asked, ‘Have you left the country recently? Has someone visited you from another country recently?’ Me still having some humor still left in me, ‘Yes, I just got back from the Congo.’ Y’ALL! You could physically see this woman cease breathing and step back. I laughed then started crying because it hurt to laugh when my husband chimed in that I was kidding.

After blood work and scans, the ER doc made it to where I could run see my son sing and come back. Luckily my longsleeved jacket hid the IV port. I got back to the ER got my pain and anti-nausea meds when we all learned that I have ulcers and inflamed intestines. I haven’t had these in almost 12 years. The last time was when I was in an abusive relationship trying to figure out how to leave him and raise kids. The ER doc prescribed more meds and I have a follow-up appointment with my family doctor. I just need to watch for blood and if any is seen then I need to head STRAIGHT back. Then he lectured me about stress and trying to find a different job to breathing exercises.

So, here I am Friday evening, my stomach killing me trying to catch up on EVERYTHING. To top it off my comments are missing here in WP along with other notifications. Please, everyone, bare with me as I try to navigate things. And THANK YOU, EVERYONE, for the well wishes 🙂 It means a lot!

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 28

I needed to get back to this study after a defeating week at work. I felt myself around the kindred and an actual person that mattered. I got to talk with people about Asatru, them, and myself and Y’all know that’s a HUGE deal for me (being social). Then I go back to my toxic work environment and everything just went downhill for me. I’m trying to keep up with my writing and pushing myself to not give up on my 365 Day project because it’s one of the few things that I can control. That I can do with my own vision in mind and no one can take it away or the moment of completion away. So here we are at Stanza 28:

Pocket Translation:
He thinks himself wise, who can ask
questions and converse also; conceal his
ignorance no one can, because it circulates
among men.

Chisholm:
Wise seems he who knows
how to ask and answer.
What goes about among men,
cannot be hidden from men.

I feel that this stanza is speaking of holding a conversation and being able to ask and answer questions with knowledge. We all learn from holding conversations and asking questions but we also pass on the knowledge we may have about the subject. The last two lines are a bit confusing for me but OTOOHGs suggests that you can’t hide information from people. Once it’s out-it’s out. Then wouldn’t it come full circle back to the first two lines? That how I take it.

It’s Thursday and I’m going to get ready for work but first a satisfying breakfast. Happy Valentines Y’all!

Weighing In on Weighing In: Week 37

I really REALLY wanted this week to be different but I have no one to blame but myself…and a little of mother nature. This past weekend I REALLY enjoyed food and mead and more food and a Bloody Mary with the kindred. Then it’s that time of the month for me to have the skin of a pubescent teen and the appetite for salty and sweet foods. I can accept the pound I gained because I’m the one in semi-control of my body (I can’t help what mother nature is doing this week) so I started planning my meals last night. Here’s to a better week. Happy Thursday Y’all.

Two Weeks Rejected

I had a super difficult morning trying to get to work and I couldn’t even write before getting ready. Luckily, I had a friend send her husband back by my house to take me into work because the car was stuck IN MY DRIVEWAY! Yay snow! Then when I get to work it only got worse as I tried to adjust my attitude. The office staff, on in particular treats me like I’m beneath him. It was so bad in fact that my nose started bleeding and I was able to make it to my supervisor’s office before the panic attack set in.

There I told him enough was enough. I can no longer work in an environment like this, I no longer care about my job which I was once so passionate about, and I’m not in a good state of mind after a couple of weeks of everything I’ve endured here. I told him unapologetically that this is my two-week notice. And he said hold on to that because I have big plans for you. WTF! Did he not hear me? Mentally, this place is no longer good for me. My blood pressure and anxiety are through the roof.

I ignored emails and the people in the office for about 30 minutes so I could do this little vector up. Something to remind me to love myself. Why can’t I freelance from home? Oh yeah, not in this small town. It’s almost time to leave so I’m going to go home and think about what I’m going to do for my photo project tonight since we have over a foot of snow on the ground. Thanks for letting me rant.

Quick Daily Study: Stanza 27

Weather aside, I decided NOT to let my anxiety ruin my weekend and was even able to control an impending attack. My husband and I went to the kindred’s Disting celebration and even though I told my husband I wanted to leave before 9 P.M. more than a dozen times, we followed through with staying the night. Proud mommy moment (because yes, we brought our son and why wouldn’t we people bring their children to their church/faith of choice) and he went out of his way to make a little girl feel included in the games that all the boys were playing. She started feeling sick and fell asleep on the couch in which he covered her up with his blanket.

There were a couple of new guys there and one asked me, ‘How did you know that this kindred and Asatru was right for you?’ I explained that I was new as well but it was my first event when the people speaking during Sumbel that moved me. The rituals after still had the same effect and I knew that I was where I was always meant to be. The look on his face made me feel that something hit home with him. But here we are back with a quick study of stanza 27.

Pocket Version:
A foolish man, who among people
comes, had best be silent; for no one
knows that he knows nothing, unless he
talks too much. He who previously knew
nothing will still know nothing, talk he
ever so much.

Chisholm:
When the fool fares among folk
it is best he stay quiet.
No one knows that he knows nothing
unless he talks too much.

Well, this was a doozy of a stanza. I chose Chisholm’s translation as it’s not as long as my pocket version and a little better to understand. I think the first two lines are stating if you don’t know the subject matter people are talking about then doesn’t speak up. The last two lines remind us that if we don’t speak in those situations people won’t know you don’t know. Now the other two lines were difficult for me to understand even after researching OTOOHG’s website. It seems to be that lines 5 and 6 were difficult to translate from Old Norse to English. Maybe the last lines mean that rattling on in circles about, well, really nothing trying to sound smart won’t work.

Super Excited!

Coming home and ordering pizza was one of the most relaxing things I’ve done for myself today outside of creating my olive monster. Then I learn that I REALLY get to write a guest post on an art blog. Details coming soon but I’m OVER THE MOON to be given the opportunity to do it. THEN I was checking stats and noticed that one of my referrers was Discover. Umm…HUH? After Discover ended the topics I thought that would NEVER appear again.

I had a short response and thought it wouldn’t make a difference. There were so many awesome responses and stories. The question was, ‘What if you could do anything?’ My insignificant answer, short and to the point, ‘Heal what has been broken.’ There is so much turmoil in the world and within me that these were the only acceptable words that could barely scrape explaining what I would do. But, Y’ALL! (insert excited EEK here). I’m the 6th response down!!!

With everything going awful and these two positive moments happening on the same day is a renewal of determination and grasping confidence again. Just wanted to share and toot my own horn for a bit. EEK! And now I’m going to get some much needed rest.

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