Entry 35 – Othala & Jera
The nature of things is the nature of things. The harvest is at the end of the year of nature. If you use chickens for seed, they will be buried alive and harvested dead. There is no harvest festival.
Freya rule. She is a hard task mistress for some.
You may think out of the box. But you can not live out out of the box. Nonsense is nonsense.
Run and hide from nature. When you are well hid, you are not hid. When you violate the law of mother nature, your transgression will find you out. All your plannings are dead chickens in the the year of harvest.
Sacrifice your nonsense to Freya and Frey. Follow the flow of nature.
But Freya whispers in your ear, “Not all that is thought is nature is nature.”
Entry 16 – Hagalaz & Wunjo
The day of destruction is the first day of beginning the road to joy. Room must be made for the new. The seeds of destruction are the fertilizer of the joy that will come.
The instrument of destruction, hail, is the icy seed of joy. It rots that which it destroys, which fertilizes the future harvest of joys.
It putrefies and stenches the nostrils of every breath … for a while.
Ice melts taking the stench into the heart of the earth, and there is resignation, during the gustation. This gives way to tender green shafts, and one morning the odiferous flower spreads its petals to greet the sun.
Marvel before the dance of Frey and Freya. All is beautiful in the divine order of The Lord and The Lady.
Bless the hail. Know the joy. Receive all with thanksgiving.