On a cloudy morning, the humans all quiet but a hummingbird and two other birds flying over me in turn on their way to the great oak tree, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with the last of the bottle of wine.

On another pretty blue morning, the wind now died down, I blóted Njǫrðr, Yngvi-Freyr, Freyja, Hnoss and Gersemi, Óðr, Gerðr, and the forgotten Vanir in the back yard with more red wine.

As the night's rain was dying down to a gentle misting, I blóted Wóden, Frige, Baldr, Nanna, Vili, Vé (Hœnir, Loðurr), Buri, Bor, Viðarr, and Váli in the backyard with more red wine.

On a cold, sunny morning, I blóted Thor, Sif, Magni, Móði, and Þrúðr in the backyard with red wine.

I set up our little Yule tree then blóted in the garden for Mothers' Night with red wine.

Written Anglo-Saxon is a medieval language, so it is written basically phonetically-all written letters should be sounded (including r), except that in some cases they are part of a digraph where the combination represents a single sound (like modern th and in some people’s pronunciation, wh). (The Anglo-Saxon digraphs are: ig, cg, hl, hn, hr, hw ( Read more... )

I blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses in the pre-dawn quiet, with more rosé. Later this morning I'll wassail the trees.

Under the stars and with the lawn faintly white with frost behind me, I blóted Sjǫfn, Lofn, Gefjon, Fulla/Volla, and Sighærta/Sinhtgunt from a new bottle, of rosé.

I fortified my stomach with lime sherbet and then walked across frosted grass under a bright half-moon and blóted Ár/Eir, Bragi, Saga, Snotra, Mímir, Holda/Perht, and the norns with more white wine.

As the sunset waned, I blóted Iðunn, Eostre, Auschlinde, Mæginde, and Seaxnót in the back yard with more white wine. (Yes, two of those are UPI.)