Without recompense, winter always strolls along at the tail end of the year. Dampening the effect of the sun and moving into action, named and unnamed winds. Because it must, or so we're used to. In writing this, I question my ability to write well, to write something meaningful. Perhaps I was mistaken in thinking … Continue reading Winter’s Soul Expenditures
Loki’s Quarrel
It seems as though our lot, the lot of gods can’t have their fill of feasts and mead. “Come Sigyn!” shouted Loki as to hail me to the hall of ِÆgir, most generous among the jotuns he is. He calls upon his table numerous Æsir gods, of course, Odinn is seated at the foremost edge … Continue reading Loki’s Quarrel
The World's Fool 