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@broomswept
Welcome to my cozier, casual account. This is where I post music recommendations (nordic folk and traditional celtic, more often than not) and nerd out about the Viking Age. I might also post a rant from time to time. Feel free to visit my paganism-oriented side account, @broomsick!
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NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHERE THE GIANT PRIMORDIAL NORSE COW WENT
STILL
WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GO?
looking for other things to lick, obvs
She went into the universe. Why do you think we call our patch the Milky Way. Follow the Milky way and you find: her.
Licking things
Auðhumla presumably still exists in Ginnungagap, licking things and spontaneously generating life from her primordial tastings.
so like lemme bring this back ok
there is a giant cow out there
licking shit, possibly bringing other giant beings into creation
and like no one ever thought to mention it?
Odin’s just chillin in Asgard thinking “Yeah…look at her go. Doin’ what she does best. Thanks, grandma.”
My name is Cow
And in the gap
My busy tung
Dus lick and lap
My huf is strong
My horn is curld
I wandr round
I lik the world
#StraightOuttaTheProseEdda
ek heiti kýr falla frá mér allar árnar sem eru hér. en þó at tungan mín nú frýss, nú stend ek hér.
ek sleiki ís.
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Rough translation:
My name is cow from me ther flow all the rivers down belo. and tho my tung do pay the price, now i stand here.
I lik the ice.
:)
Spotless sky, bright sun, the air smells like flowers, absolutely magnificent day to honor Freyr and plant my garden ❤️
“No one is coming to save you.” I disagree ! I believe many people made up of many small moments come to save pieces of you , even if just briefly. The mentor who believed in you . The friend who said they’re proud of you. The family member that makes you laugh . The random person who held the door for you out of nothing but kindness. The teacher who took extra time to help you understand. The person who smiled at you when you walked into a store. The little kid who looks up to you. The person who randomly complimented you. Being “saved” isn’t about being whisked away and all your hardships gone, it’s about the people and things that remind you life is not all hardships, it is kindness, love, gentleness, softness, care, thoughtfulness. It is many moments made up of your lifetime that keeps you going and showing you the world is still beautiful, and will always be. Despite.
actually fucking disgusting that glasses cost any money like if you actually think about it for more than a few seconds it is so unconscionably inhumane. this goes for things like insulin and mobility aids and hearing aids too ofc but fuck man, fucking glasses? the thing you need to fucking see? its genuinely sickening and inhumanly evil that those cost ANYTHING.
Paid 800 for my last pair, these better last more than 2 years
Troll forest, Skottvång Sweden.
I’m not sure how to be strong in a situation like this. I’m a little helpless. May the Gods accompany me and make the anxiety less overwhelming
“Cattle die, kinsmen die,
thyself too soon must die,
but one thing never, I ween, will die,
the good deeds of those who pass.”
The Hávamál, stanza 77
The best song to work through grief ❤️
Tomorrow I have to honor the life of someone I loved dearly. Challenges like these, I'm grateful to the Gods, and Hel and Baldr especially for their guidance. It's a day I dread so much, but soldiering through is what this path taught me
Red fox/rödräv. Värmland, Sweden (13 May 2024).
I've been away from nature too long, kinda feels like choking
“It is time to chant | from the chanter's stool; By the wells of Urð I was, I saw and was silent, | I saw and thought, And heard the speech of the High One. --Of runes heard I words, | nor were counsels wanting, At the hall of the High One, In the hall of the High One; Such was the speech I heard.”
Loddfáfnismál (Hávamál stanzas 111-138)
The prayers you write right before falling asleep are always the most heartfelt and the most beautiful, if not for all the typos...!
Praise the lord of the Völsungs, liberation of the Valkyrie, rider of Grani, slayer of Fáfnir. May you inspire strength, wisdom and resilience.
Emotions are often so overwhelming for me, like getting caught in a tide. Happiness and sorrow come and go, but the Gods are always there like an achor
Gealdýr · Eptir Ragnarök · Song · 2021
