Mother's Night, Solstice Night

Tim and I had a private Mother's Night faining.

We lit a candle on the stallr, opened a four year old bottle of Grimsteiner's Sack, filled the stallr horn and poured the rest it into the mead bowl.

We then blessed everything in the Hof with hammers drawn in mead. Once done, standing before the stallr, looking upon the Regin pillars, we spoke aloud our words of appreciation and honor to the powerful Mother's in our lives.

Along with Freia and Frigga, we spoke the name of Nancy and Melba, Linda and Rachel, Gwen and Kathy, Sara and Becca, and many more. We spoke at length of our love for our folkline, of the great Luck we are continual showered with, and the strength of our fylgjas.

We returned to the highseat and before sitting, we raised a horn to Grimsteiner and his precious mead. Then we sat the night long, in candle light, sharing our love and words.

After Tim had retired to bed, I kept vigil till Sunna's return.

Sitting-out by fire's light, with stars above:
I sang to the natturer, and they came.
I sang to the Mother's, and they came.
I sang to weave the Folksoul anew, and it was.

Hail the Mothers!
Yngona and Tim