one crow sorrow;
two crows mirth;


The Norns are three female divine beings who have more influence over the course of destiny than any other beings in the cosmos. They dwell within the Well of Urd beneath Yggdrasil, the great ash tree that stands at the center of the universe and holds the Nine Worlds in its branches and roots. They shape destiny by carving runes into the trunk of the tree, or, in some sagas and poems, by weaving destiny like a web or tapestry.

Their names are Urd (Old Norse Urðr, “What Once Was”), Verdandi (Old Norse Verðandi, “What Is Coming into Being”) and Skuld (Old Norse Skuld, “What Shall Be”). via - http://norse-mythology.org/

~Gray Wolf

I’ve done a lot of thinking this week about goals.  There are a lot of things I want to accomplish.  Little things, like setting up a shrine to Manannan, and bigger things like becoming proficient enough to do tarot readings for other people.  But more than anything, what I want is to reconnect with the Other.

My very first friend was a spirit of some sort.  I only very vaguely remember her, but she made quite an impact on my mother and grandmother.  They took her for the typical invisible friend until the day we began playing “Ring Around the Rosie.”  Knowing neither of them had taught me the song, and that it wasn’t in any of my books, they asked where I had heard it.  I told them Annabelle (I believe that was her name) had taught me.

I suppose I stopped talking to Annabelle when I got older.  But I always had a fascination with spirits and faeries, all things supernatural and paranormal.  I never stopped believing.  For some time as an adolescent, I thought I might be psychic.  I would play with a deck of cards, trying to guess what each one was before I turned it over.  I’d flip a coin and try to predict which way it would land.  I would look at people sometimes and have a gut feeling about something that would happen or had happened to them, but of course, I rarely, if ever, got to find out if those were true.  

Gradually, I started to doubt myself.  Anyone could guess how a penny would land and be right sometimes.  Everyone had weird random thoughts.  I was getting entirely too old for such fantasies.  I couldn’t disprove the existence of psychics altogether, but it was easy enough to convince myself that I wasn’t one.

Even when I discovered paganism and began to rekindle the belief that had been there when I was younger, that doubt of my own abilities persisted.  Oh, but the spirits were there.

After my grandmother died, we experienced a sudden burst of odd activity and inexplicable occurrences.  My little sister spoke of a little boy who would tickle her feet when she was trying to sleep.  The dogs would stand and bark at nothing.  Knick-knacks on top of our TV would turn themselves around and sometimes slide off into the floor.  We heard children laughing and singing.  They sang “Ring Around the Rosie.” Our neighbors saw a little, blonde girl in an old fashioned dress playing in the yard.  There was a light that bounced around my room, for which I could never find a source.  And there was a black shadow that would gather in the same corner every night and slowly approach my bed.  One night, I was awakened by a presence looming over me and shouting my name.  

Guests experienced things as well.  My uncle wouldn’t spend much time in the house.  It frightened other people, but while I was certainly startled sometimes, it never really bothered me.  To me, our spirits were just house guests we couldn’t see.

Several years ago, I moved a few states away to live with my girlfriend.  It’s been marvelous.  I’ve grown in many ways, and we’ve grown together, and I’ve never been happier or more certain that I am where I am meant to be.  But there’s one thing missing.

The spirits.

I feel like somewhere between there and here, I got unplugged from that realm.  And I dearly want to find a way to get plugged back in.  But I’m not sure how.  

I’m putting more of a focus on spiritual matters, in general.  I’m working on connecting to my deities.  I plan to work on honing my intuition, on freeing myself from my doubts. Maybe the connection will come amidst all that.  


Punchbowl falls (by Matt Abinante)

If you squint you can see it back there. I’m making a prediction. I bet the leaning tree toward the center of the picture will be down in a similar position blocking the view of the falls, very soon..

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