As the light waned, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Nerthus and Hreþe just in case Tacitus and/or Bede was right, Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the yard with more white wine.

There was a cold rain as I walked home from the bus, that became heavier after I reached home, but it had stopped by the time I had fortified my stomach with blueberry frozen yoghurt. I blóted Wulþor/Ullr, Skaði, Rind, and Háma/Heimdallr in the sodden quiet of the yard with a Cabernet blanc that turned out to be in a screw-top bottle and to be a ( Read more... )

In the frosty early hours, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with the last of the red wine.

As the sunset faded, I blóted Njǫrðr, Yngvi-Freyr, Freyja, Hnoss and Gersemi, Óðr, Gerðr, and the forgotten Vanir in the back yard.

Since the full moon is tonight, I blóted Mona, Sunne, Bil, Hjúki, Dæg, Niht, Vǫr, Gná, and Hermóðr with more red wine, as night fell. Another rain shower began shortly afterwards.

I blóted Wóden, Frige, Vili, Vé (Hœnir, Loðurr), Buri, Bor, Baldr, Nanna, Viðarr, and Váli in the moonlit backyard with more wine. It had rained while I fortified my stomach with pineapple sherbet, but the clouds had again drawn back, and stars watched me as well as Mona.

As the light was fading, I blóted Thor, Sif, Magni, Móði, and Þrúðr in the backyard with more merlot.

I blóted in the rainy garden for Mothers' Night, with a nice California merlot.

The long pocket on carpenter's dungarees neatly accommodates a drinking horn.

I went out into the frosty sunshine of the backyard with the new drinking horn that my brother and his family sent me, and blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses with the last of the red wine. Then I looked to my left and there was the little Himalayan, Yoda, watching me from the roof of the ( Read more... )

After breakfast and dog walking, I blóted Sjǫfn, Lofn, Gefjon, Fulla/Volla, and Sighærta/Sinhtgunt in the backyard, on a clear blue chilly morning, with a breeze stirring.