A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 15

I’m at stanza 15 and what I’ve learned so far is to aware and cautious, be hospitable and respectful, and not to get drunk and lose my ability to think clearly.

Hollander:

Let us all be sparing in words,
and bold in battle;
glad and wholesome the hero be
till comes his dying day

Pocket Havamal:

Taciturn and prudent, and in war
daring, should a king’s children be; joyous and
generous everyone should be until his hour
of death.

To me, this is conveying for men to listen before speaking and when it’s time to be brave during a conflict. The last two lines are a way to try and live happily until death. Trying to go through life happy I feel is a concept lost on so many people today. Anxiety and stress seem to run most things and this is reminding me to find my happy. My happy right now are my family, getting back into writing, learning Asatru, my 365 Day Project, doodle comics, coffee, and sleep. Ok, the last two may be for necessities but I’m SUPER happy to have a cup of coffee after sleep. On top of all that I think I’ve found a new project…one that involves food. I just need to figure out how to execute it.

What is your happy?

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 14

Here I am going over stanza 14 the last one from 10-14 that gives advice on losing our ability to think clearly when we’ve had too much to drink. The real reason I don’t drink as much is simple.

A friend visited me from Alaska and we went to a local tavern for a game of pool and drinks. My husband was on standby and would pick us up if need be. We were playing pool and only ordered our first drink (mine being a whiskey and coke-usual).  A group of snowmobilers had come through and were putting quarters on our table for next game. I HAD my drink in my hand! Please remember that. I was watching her shoot, drink in hand and took a sip from my full glass. She gave me the cue, took a swig of her drink and when I looked up she was spinning. Everything was spinning and moving. She was the one that had kept us both calm, grabbed my arm and said, ‘We have to get out of here NOW!’ We made it home and I got violently sick and passed out. My husband got scared and took both of us to ER where we learned that we had both been slipped GHB in our drinks. So no, I don’t drink a lot and now not only is my drink in my hand but I can see it at all times. I don’t want to ever be in a situation where I lose my wits or have a loose tongue because of drinking.

Hollander:

Drunk I became, dead drunk, forsooth,
when I was with wise Fjalar;
That bout is best from which back fetches
each man his mind full clear.

Pocket Havamal

Drunk I was, I was over-drunk, at that
cunning Fialar’s. It’s the best drunkenness,
when everyone after it regains his reason.

First reading this I thought Odin to be boastful about getting drunk and it was fine because he regained his composure. Well, everyone regains composure after a good greasy meal and some sleep. But thanks to TOOHG (yup gave it letters instead of typing it out) they broke it down like the best sort of drinking is enjoying yourself but not to the point of becoming a drunken fool. As for Fialar that’s for another time.

Happy Tuesday Y’all!

 

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 13

I started questioning EVERYTHING about my choice in modern day heathenism and the kindred but quickly realized 2 things: 1-The argument with my husband was a great influence on my feelings and 2-I don’t think the kindred is a right fit for me. This doesn’t mean I should quit altogether because I do still believe in my chosen path. However, I also don’t have to be a part of the kindred. I can still participate in Sumbels and Blots with them and participate in the book club but other than that I don’t have to be a part of that group. I could also seek out other solo believers in the area to have conversations with. Even though I’m still a little bit of an emotional wreck here we are at stanza 13 (again stanzas 10-14 are kind of similar).

Hollander:

The heron of heedlessness hovers o’er the feast;
and stealeth the minds of men.
With that fowl’s feathers fettered I was
when I was Gunnloth’s guest.

Pocker Havamal:

Oblivion’s heron ’tis called over
drink hovers; he steals the minds of men.
With this bird’s pinions I was fettered in
Gunnlods dwelling.

I happen to love this analogy with the use of the heron. I can just imagine this beautiful bird peacefully flying over the heads of men as they sit around and enjoy a hot meal, drink, and company. Quietly taking with and consciousness of speech and actions from the people below. Lines 3 and 4 remind me that I need to re-read parts of the Eddas. There are a lot and full of information.  Thanks to Our Temple of Our Heathen Gods, it reminds me that Odin is the narrator and speaking of his winning of poetry from Gunnloth. So, these two lines refer to Odin being affected by the heron (or bird) from the first two lines…when he had consumed all of that mead at once.

Part of the argument between my husband and I was the drinking during events. He overindulges and acts stupid. I tried reminding him that it’s not all about drinking and he tried telling me that it’s a major part of it. I disagree. I think moving forward this will be a personal journey. I’m ok with that.

A Quick Daily Study: Stanza 12

Although my stanza study of the Havamal isn’t daily it’s something I CANNOT just walk away from. I’m so proud of the people that are dedicating their time to their belief and religion of choice as I read about their journeys daily. It’s an inspiration into devotion. But it just doesn’t limit someone to religion or beliefs. It can be art, writing, photography, whatever it is it’s still an inspiration into doing something daily that brings happiness. Kudos Y’all!  Today  I’m on stanza 12. Reminder, stanzas 10-14 all seem to go together.

Hollander:

For good it is not, though good it is thought,
mead for the sons of men;
the deeper he drinks the dimmer grows
the mind of many a man.

Pocket Havamal (what I carry with me)

A worse provision no man can
take from than too much beer-bibbing;
for the more he drinks the less control
he has of his own mind.

Again, keep a sharp mind when out and about. Don’t partake too much in the mead and keep your wits about you. Alcohol diminishes the ability to make good choices. Odin has great advice.

 

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.

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