Oracular seidhr for August: Thursday 8/15/13

My next oracular seidhr session will take place next Thursday, August 15th, 2013. If you would like to be included, please email your question to me at: wodandis at gmail dot com.

Please keep in mind that, going forward, I will be accepting only ONE question per session from each individual (with NO follow up questions, as usual), and limiting each session to FIVE separate querents.  In addition, please allow 2-3 days after the session to receive your answer, to account for the fact that Jo needs to type up the dictation she takes down during the sessions, after which I look over and sometimes amend her transcription before emailing the answers off to the querents. I think these changes will make it easier for me to continue to do seidhr in a manageable fashion.

Thank you for understanding, and please email me before Wednesday night if you would like your question included in the upcoming session. Anyone who sends theirs in too late will have the option of being first in my queue for the September session!

As always, donations are very gratefully accepted, as I am only able to work part time due to my health issues; if you would like to make a donation you may do via Paypal at wodandis at gmail dot com.

More information about my practice may be found here.

Spirits of the Oregon coast

Yesterday we had a rare treat: a visiting friend of Jo’s drove us to the coast, to one of our favorite spot: Hobbit Beach.  I packed my spindle and a braid of hand dyed Portuguese Merino, a libation for the ocean spirits, The White Princess on our Kindle, and a tin of Forest Spirit Salve from Sarah Anne Lawless.  Unfortunately, I forgot one essential thing about the Oregon coast: it is COLD (at least 30 degrees colder than inland), even in the summer.  So I did not take enough warm things with me (no hoodie, no wool socks, and only one long-sleeves shirt) and ended up having a Raynaud’s episode, which made it less fun.  I did, thanks to the fact that I’m not Allowed to remove them from my backpack, ever, have hand knitted wool hand warmers with me, and I ended up tightly encasing my hands in those as if they were mittens until the circulation came back (which didn’t happen until after we had left the beach).

However, I wanted to commune with the wild ocean spirits as we stand on the threshold of Hunt season, and I can say that I did accomplish that.  You get to Hobbit Beach by climbing down a rocky trail winding through primeval-looking moss-shrouded forest that forms a tunnel of green until it eventually lets you out onto the beach.  The beach itself was windy and overcast, the cliffs towering above us lined with salt-whitened, twisted trees, and there was mist rolling in from the cliffs to one side in a curtain that looked like approaching rain (and maybe was).  It was low tide, so I was able to walk out on the sand bars and hunt for treasures, and I found a lovely little piece of coral that looks like a bouquet of seashell roses, as well as a handful of shells, feathers, and lava rocks.

The spirits there, in this place where forest, sky and ocean meet, are about as wild and ancient as they come, and getting to spend a bit of time with them was worth the cold hands.  Their unremitting harshness in fact serves as a useful reminder, as we embark on Hunt season, that these are not safe spirits, and that they can and will hurt you if you’re not protected and prepared.

Nevertheless, I hope it won’t have to be years again before we’re able to return; I know Jo would dearly love to live closer to the coast, and so would I.  The constant roar of the surf and unbroken rushing of the wind sing in my soul; they call me to dance with the Hunt, to fly off over the waves, into other worlds.

A day for Loki

We had, up until today, a large orange bell pepper growing on our little pepper plant in the front yard, just waiting to be picked and enjoyed.  But then Jo got home from work and said, “Please tell me you harvested the pepper.” Of course, I hadn’t, and of course, it was gone.  My initial impulse was to hope that whoever had stolen it choked on it.  (Yes, I am a rather harsh lady sometimes, although it generally doesn’t show either online or in my in-person interactions.)  And then it hit me.  I had postponed Loki’s offerings for Lokabrenna Day from Tuesday; maybe He was getting impatient and decided to take His own offering. (Because, He will totally do that, as I’m sure many of you are aware.)

So tonight Loki got the Swedish fish and canned margarita I had bought for Him (which were, believe it or not, actually the offerings He requested).  Afterwards, Odin made a point of thanking me for making His brother welcome in our home and in my heart, and I was taken aback for a moment because, well, isn’t it obvious that I would?  But I do know better.  I have been at Heathen gatherings where people spat every time His name was mentioned, where an Odin’s gothi downplayed the presence of an Odin ve (set up by me) on the campsite simply because it was right next down to a Loki ve set up by a friend.  It should be taken for granted, perhaps, that someone so important to Odin would be welcomed by all those who love Him, but alas, that is not the case.

And so today I give thanks to Loki for Himself and for all the things He has done for and meant to my Husband, as well as for all He has done for and meant to me, including some of the people He has brought into my life, the pair of cats He gave us years ago who rapidly spawned a whole army of cats, and the spirit horse/seidhr crown gifted to me by one of His women. (The spirit horse who resides in the crown has quickly become a treasured Ally for me—even though He will still not allow me to take a photograph for your viewing pleasure; He is young and fiesty, but a little camera shy.)

Hail Loki!

C’est fini!

Tour de Fleece 2013

Tour de Fleece 2013 came to a close on Sunday, and although I’m exhausted I am so glad I decided to do this!  My accomplishments: I washed and dyed enough fleece to fill two 30 gallon ziplock bags, spun about 15 skeins (including several custom ordered ritual cords that still need to get adorned and sent out) plus a couple of batts yet to be spun, taught myself two new art yarn techniques, became proficient on the spindle, and probably some other things I’m forgetting.  And all of this while I had a sprained ankle, was working 6 hours per day, and had to nurse my dog back from his heatstroke episode!  Best of all, I met some amazing people I’m glad to call my fiber arts community, and had lots of fun! I can’t wait for next year, but in the meantime I continue to spin away!


The myth of scarcity, in religion>>Strip Me Back to the Bone

…if there is one single thing about monotheism that creates hardships for pagans, and indeed, in this view of mine, for the world, it is the baggage of the myth of scarcity. The falsehood of there being limitations upon the divine. It is the introduction of a singular, all powerful (triple omni, as I like to call it: omniscient, omnipotent, and omnibenevolent) personal being who is guiding everything which primed us to begin our walk down this path of competition, and it touches everything. I suppose that, to a point, it’s to be expected. We are largely physical beings, and physical resources are finite. But the gods are not physical, and while they may or may not be finite, they may as well be infinite from my perspective. They know more, see more, and have more to give, than I do, and thus have more patience. And, I know because I’ve come across it recently, there are monotheists that struggle with this same idea of scarcity from their god in their faiths. Because of this idea of scarcity, we are set up to compete with one another. From this idea that there isn’t going to be enough for all of us, we become enemies. Instead of communities and interfaith connections being established, we are isolated and secluded and struggling…

The topic of the scarcity mentality came up earlier this week in regard to the fiber arts in this fabulous post by Christiane Knight of Three Ravens Yarn, and Jo has demonstrated brilliantly how it sadly cripples us in the realm of religion as well.  Everyone needs to read this!

Charity: Water

One great idea for a devotional offering is to search out a charity or cause that would have special appeal to your particular god, and either volunteer or make a donation to it. I am going to be doing something like this with the proceeds from the Odin prayer book when it eventually comes out (although I haven’t decided on the exact charity yet). Jo has chosen, for obvious reasons, a charity having to do with water–in this case, with making sure clean drinking water is available in areas where it is lacking. I think this is a wonderful and very fitting tribute to her Beloved God, and I especially admire the fact that she isn’t letting ideological differences get in the way of supporting someone else’s campaign.

Strip Me Back To The Bone

A few things are likely clear at this point, but in case they are not: I don’t really hold any of the “mainstream” religions, nor their people, as my enemy. As I get older and as our world gets smaller, I am more interested in things like compassion, kindness, respect, and love. Focusing on our sameness — we are all, whatever else we might be, human animals upon this planet, are we not? Too much has been done to divide. May sound paradoxical, as I’m also something of a tribalist, but there it is. Also, I’ve never been one of the polytheists to treat monotheists as the evil, oppressive enemy. Yes, there were violent conversions and there are violent acts that happen today around the world, but I can’t look at Christianity’s history and even try to pretend that the polytheists at the time were blameless to atrocities being carried…

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Oracular seidhr for July: some changes (please read!)

My next oracular seidhr session will take place next Wednesday, 7/17, as scheduled, however from this point on there will be a couple of changes.

Seidhr has been taking an increasing toll on me physically because of my fibromyalgia issues ; I have trouble sitting in a chair for an hour at a time, let alone two, and having a marathon session involving eleven querents, half of whom asked three questions each, on a night when I have work the next morning is proving to be more than I can handle. As a result, Odin has asked that I either reschedule the sessions so that they are all on weekends, or limit the number of questions/querents per session. Because I really like having this on the ninth of the lunar month, I have chosen the second option.

And so, going forward I will be accepting only FIVE questions per session. To make this fair, I am also limiting each querent to ONE question each (with NO follow ups, as usual), so this will mean five separate querents can be accepted for each session. In addition, please allow 2-3 days after the session to receive your answer, to account for the fact that Jo needs to type up the dictation she takes down during the sessions, after which I look over and sometimes amend her transcription before emailing the answers off to the querents. I think these changes will make it easier for me to continue to do seidhr in a manageable fashion.

Thank you for understanding, and please email me if you would like your question included in the upcoming session. Anyone who sends theirs in too late will have the option of being first in my queue for the August session!

Lesley Hazleton: The doubt essential to faith

“Abolish all doubt and what’s left is not faith, but an absolute heartless conviction; you are certain that you possess the truth, inevitably offered with a capital T, and certainty evolves in turn into an overweaning pride at being so very right.”

This is a mesmerizing 20 minute talk by an agnostic Jewish biographer of Mohammed in which she discusses his first reaction to what he experienced on the mountaintop: absolute, stark terror, and how that transmuted into a faith that changed both his life and world history. Her rant about how we’ve abandoned all of the world’s major faiths to the fundamentalists is the main reason why I won’t stop blogging on spiritual subjects, no matter how often I’m tempted to throw in the towel.