A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 35

I was a little kinder to myself this morning and didn’t push to get on the treadmill. I took a few minutes to myself and relaxed in bed before getting up. I even washed my hair and did some skin care. Now, I’m sitting with a cup of ice cold coffee and writing this. I have set up my Friday Fictioneer post, paid some bills, and even have a great idea for today’s photo. I’ll get on the treadmill tonight and probably even do some grocery shopping. Here we are with today’s stanza (skipped yesterday because it was an ‘honest’ weigh-in day):

Pocket Version:
A guest should depart, not always
stay in one place. The guest becomes
unwelcome, if he too long stays in
another’s house.

Chisholm:
Then the guest should go.
He should not stay too long in one stead.
When one stays too long in another’s house,
love turns into loathing.

This reminds me of some homespun words my grandmother would spout, ‘don’t wear out your welcome.’ I always try to make sure that if we have to stay overnight with the kindred that it is possible, first. If not, then other plans are made. I think this is a great reminder for people who tend to take advantage of the situation end up becoming the ‘regretful’ guest.

Happy Friday Y’all!

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 34

Whoa…I’m running late! My body must be tired because I woke up an hour late. Maybe it was the cake that I had last night. Yes, Y’all. I was SUPER naughty with my diet this week but I had some of the best food. That’s ok. I’ll get back on my diet.

I’ll start here and hopefully, the rest of the day will fall into place (not so behind).

Pocket Version:
Long is and indirect the way to a bad
friend’s, though by the road he dwell;
but to a good friend’s the paths lie direct,
though he lives far away.

Chisholm:
It is a long way to the false friend
though he dwell by the road.
but a straight way lies to the good friend,
though he lives far away.

I think these hold true even in today’s society and even more so among heathens. I find that my husband and I will travel for an hour or so to be with kindred. It’s long nights, great conversation, and so much knowledge and information going around. It’s those trips we look forward too. Although my husband and I both agreed that if we are taking our son along the dangerous road conditions during the winter we will not attend.  What I’m saying it doesn’t matter the distance it’s worth the trip. Now, with fake friends, it’s a hassle and feels stressful to even attempt a get-together. I have some of those types of friends that live in my town and I feel so much stress just dealing with the thought of the situation. Basically, it doesn’t matter how far the visit it’s with a pure purpose for a true friend. The fake ones take longer to get to and it doesn’t matter how long the distance.

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 33

Depression and anxiety can run a toll on a person. Compound that with a toxic work environment, my bed seemed like the best solution for my day. Instead, I thought about my quick study and a new Twittering Tales to write about got me out of bed. The kiddo getting excited about his new music class and practicing a recorder gave me the little push of excitement that I needed to get some positivity this morning. I got on the treadmill, enjoyed a hot shower, and started the day. Here we are, stanza 33:

Pocket Version:
Early meals a man should often take,
unless to a friend’s house he goes; else he
will sit and mope, will seem half-famished,
and of few things inquire.

Chisholm:
A man should often get his meal early.
When he visits friends, otherwise he sits and idles,
eats like he were starving
without even asking.

There are several translations for this stanza and one is different from the other. I think this could be sound advice. If there are plans to have a meal at a gathering it’s best to eat a small meal before leaving. Don’t want to be that person that gets there and eats like they haven’t eaten in days. This will give you a chance to enjoy the meal with your family, friends, and or kindred along with the conversation. Could be wrong but this is what I take from it.

Happy Tuesday Y’all!

 

Fates Dread

I had such a difficult time with this story. There is so much more I want to add and write but I have to get ready for work and if it’s any longer then it’s no longer considered a short story. I strayed from the normalcy of Norse mythology and wanted to dabble a little in romance and fate.


Even at night in the comfort of darkness, Asta felt uneasy. She had a gift and honed it over the years. A völva is respected, feared, and regarded but Abigail couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. She was feared more than anything as her beauty was still intact but she accepted the solitude as it was her path in life. She paced with nervousness and rubbed her sweaty palms on the back of her linen gown. She thought about tossing her runes and thought perhaps not and knew it wasn’t her time to be taken from the earthly realm.

She could hear the wind pick up outside as if helping her dread come to her door. The candles flickered on the tables in her room and the fire roared a little louder than it should for being in a hearth. Asta sat at her weaving and began to work on her blanket when she lost herself between the threads and hand motions. She could see a man walking away from bodies, sword in hand. With every footstep, she could hear thunder and feel the steps vibrating through her. A feeling of emptiness consumed her but was rescued from it with a banging on her door.

She opened the door to find a young child looking up at her. This was not her usual seeker of truth. She knelt to his level but he said nothing. ‘I’m Asta. Would you like some stew?’ The boy didn’t answer but took her hand. Not to lead her but to show her. The moment he gripped her hand she was taken back to the bloody field. This time the man was walking to her and not just in her direction. When the boy let go of her hand she was standing in the field behind her home and in front of her was the man from her visions.

Asta finally spoke, ‘Gulbrand.’ She said in a knowing timid whisper. He stepped closer to her, ‘Asta.’ They knew each other’s names without knowing one another. He took her hand and the final scene was revealed when he kissed her cheek. The moment his warm rough lips touched her smooth cool cheek she was taken back to the field. In a tent of red fabric, she sat in a chair cradling a full term belly rubbing the soles of her feet on furs that covered the ground. Gulbrand entered and washed his hands and face before kneeling in front of Asta. He cradled the unborn child looking up at Asta and smiled. The field of bodies was a cost of protection. Then Asta was shown the same field where Gulbrand was playing with a young boy. He was the same child at her door, her future son.

Then it was darkness and dread and willed its way back to her. Gulbrand, as if reading her mind, ‘Don’t fear your fate. Our saga began the moment your vision revealed me. Our paths were chosen by the Gods. Our son is destined to be the future of man.’ Asta knew more than Gulbrand. Their son is may be the future of man but also ends the futures of others. That was the dread she felt.

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 11

This morning I woke up late so things are going to be kind of short. I’m at stanza 11 of my Havamal. According to the Temple of Our Heathen Gods, stanzas 10-14 are kind of linked together. I like Chisholm’s version for this one.

Chisholm:

A man bears no better burden,
when on the wilderness ways
than great wisdom. One can have no worse fare,
on road or field, than too much ale.

Pocket Version:

A worse provision on the way he can-
not carry than too much beer-bibbing; so
good is not, as it is said, beer for the sons
of men.

The first two lines are reminiscent of the lines from stanza 10 but the next lines are telling me that too much drink will not be as easy to carry. It also dulls the senses of being cautious, aware, and keeping your wits about you. I’m a social drinker meaning even at Sumbels or fires with the Kindred I only have a glass of mead outside of drinking from the horn. Whereas others are not in the same mind frame and that’s ok too. Another stanza reminding me to keep cautious, aware, and wits about.

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 10

I have to say yesterday was an ‘I’m going to smack the kid for acting entitled’ sort of day. I was able to control my emotions and just do my job. I still wanted to smack him though. With that being said during the Kindred’s book club meeting we were talking about traits of a heathen and being able to control your own emotions. That is something I’m definitely going to have to work on as my facial expressions are a dead give away. Here we are Stanza 10 still in the hospitality section of the Havamal. I’m going to change things up a bit and use Terry’s translation thanks to the Temple of Our Heathen Gods. It just seems easier for me to read.

Terry:
If a man takes with him a mind full of sense
he can carry nothing better;
riches like this on a stranger’s road
will do more good than gold.

My Pocket Havamal Translation:
A better burden no man bears on the
road than much good sense; that is thought
better than riches in a strange place; such is
the recourse of the indigent.

What better thing to have with you is Wisdom? When you’re packing for a long trip or preparing yourself to even go out to the grocery store you are already preparing with the wisdom you have without even knowing it. The grocery list or umbrella because it’s going to rain later. Or how about an emergency kit in the car that includes blanket and salt because the state you’re traveling to is expecting snow? Or what about when you are there and you are needing provisions or directions or hell you get turned around. Deep inside you, there is the knowledge that you tap into and get to what, who, or where is needed. By far this is one of my favorite stanzas. On a side note, I would love to visit Externsteine in Germany. I found a small article about this place and if any of my readers could guide me into finding more information about the towns surrounding it and pictures that would be greatly appreciated. Happy Tuesday everyone!

 

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 6

With the holiday season is finally wrapping up I can get back into my personal growth project. Part of learning Asatru and Heathenism is learning, reading, and practicing. The problem is I can read and understand most everything I read. It’s my memory-retaining the information and I think that’s going to be my downfall. If I’m accepted into the kindred as an official member I have to be able to sit down one on one and talk to them about the reading material. Well…FML! I’ll do my best.

So far I have been sharing with you my stanzas that have covered being cautious, a good host, and being a good guest. I’m sitting here with muffins in the oven (early because we have adult things to do today) and coffee. Dedication is something that I’m working on and it’s better when it’s quiet in the house.

Stanza 6 Terry Translation
Better to be careful than to boast
how much is in your mind;
when the wise come in, keeping their counsel,
trouble seldom starts.
A man won’t find a better friend
than his own head full of sense.

Pocket Translation
Of his understanding, no one should
be proud, but rather in conduct cautious.
When the prudent and taciturn come
a dwelling, harm seldom befalls the
cautious; for a firmer friend no man ever gets
that great discernment.

This seems like a LOT to take in. Thanks to previous translations and research it’s a bit easier to swallow. Since we are in the ‘hospitality’ section of the Havamal I think this is also a good stanza of advice. It’s better to not talk too much about yourself, your knowledge, criticize someone’s views, talk down about how something is done. Don’t be rude and prideful-it can make for an awkward situation. When you are a guest me mindful of how you speak. You won’t really start trouble or offend if you’re talking out your ass. ‘Sit down, shut up, and observe’ is a nice clear and precise to the point answer.

I learned that during sumbels there is a time for a person to boast specifically about themselves…I just wish I had something to boast about. There is one woman that shows up to the sumbels and rituals but never brings much but herself and her obnoxious boasting speech. After reading this all I can think about is her.

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 4

Another late night last night but talking with my son was worth it until the conversation turned into Sharknados and zombies. I was like,’ Dude, you’re stalling. Go to bed. Mommy loves you.’ He grinned knowing he was busted and took off to his room.  Yesterday according to my Asatru calendar was Feast of Sunna is a national holiday in Sweden. My daughter doesn’t follow the Norse beliefs so she wasn’t going to serve coffee and cake with a crown of candles and I’m ok with that. I think I wouldn’t do it either in fear of wax burning my scalp.  Today is Tulya’s E’en opens to the Norse Merry Month. Seven days before Yule, all the trolls are released from the underground. This is also the season when Odin and the wild hunt ride. Householders protect their farms by saining (blessing) them with the sign of the hammer, and fire is carried through all the buildings. I have a hammer hanging in my living room from my woodburning trial and error and even though I’m not going to carry a big ol’ torch through the house I will with a candle.

Here we are, Friday, and Stanza 4.

Hollander Translation:
A drink needeth to full dishes who cometh,
a towel, and the prayer to partake;
good bearing eke, to be well liked
and be bidden to banquet again.

Pocket Version: 
Water to him is needful for
refection comes, a towel and hospitable
invitation, a good reception; if he can get it,
discourse and answer.

Oh boy, this one is a lot to swallow. What helped me understanding this stanza, thanks to Temple of Our Heathen Gods,

Guests do not get an automatic pass (just as hosts do not get an automatic pass). When the guest enters the hall, he is implored in Stanza 1 to look about and make sure no foes are present. In Stanza 2 we see this idea that the guest is placed near the fire and “pressed” or tested. Questions are asked. The guest is measured and his or her worthiness judged. And in Stanza 4, we see that if the guest has earned it…he or she should get fair fame and conversation should be shared with him or her.

Another point that has been mentioned to me in the past, is something very easily missed. The stanza makes it clear that our ancestors valued cleanliness, at a time in history when cleanliness was not at the top of every culture’s list of values.

How about that to every guest be cautious and to every host be just as aware. As a host be hospitable and as a guest be grateful and generous as well.

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