This is a riff. An entry about nothing in particular but maybe about everything. Here goes.
I love the Runes. I love the structure they provide. I did a reading today about something that’s on my mind. And as ever I was given insight and direction that I would never have thought of before the reading. It’s always that way for me. If something is bothering me I’ll grab the Runes. And presto! Instant wisdom. A wisdom that’s far deeper and more meaningful than my own brain is capable of having. So I love the Runes.
I love Seidr. How else would I be able to communicate with ancestors I’ve never even met! Not to mention that I can talk to my spirit allies about stuff. My allies are my best friends. I can totally be myself with them. Unfiltered and honest. No need to worry about agendas either. They expect nothing in return other than my gratitude. That’s a small price to pay for such open dialogue with an otherworldly being.
I never know if my Vitki work is “good enough”. No matter what kind of feedback I get on things I’ve done I’m always second guessing myself. What could I have done differently? What did the client really want? Was I honest enough with the client? These are thoughts that run through my mind after I’ve done a session. But on the upside I believe these sorts of doubts help to keep my ego in check. I will never consider myself a “powerful” Vitki. A good one yes. But great no. I’ve encountered many Vitkis who think more of themselves than their work merits. Let them have the ego. I’ll just keep plugging along.
Being a full time Vitki is always an adventure. I rarely know each morning what the day will bring. Sure there’s the structure provided by my work with my apprentices. I know how much prep time I need to do to have a good session with them. But I also need to remain flexible to their individual needs. This definitely keeps things interesting!
And that’s my Musings for tonight. Hopefully I didn’t take up too much of your time!
Winter has been hitting us hard lately. Below zero temperatures. Snow. Ice. Everything that makes this season a big pain. But what about the upsides of this weather for those of us on the Druid path?
First of all all that time at home indoors makes this the perfect time for studying. And contemplation. These are activities that tend to fall by the side of the road during nicer weather. In the cold and snow and ice we can find the freedom to really explore our tradition with that most powerful tool our mind. This is the time of year I allow myself ample opportunity to read and study. The lore. The myths. Anything Druidic. I just grab my Kindle and read.
This is also a great time for connecting to family and friends. I can spend hours on the phone catching up with all of those people who are important to me. Old friends seem more eager to catch up if the can’t get out to cut the grass or garden! And this this the time my hubby and I have long conversations about spiritual matters. This gives me a chance to share what I’ve been studying or learning. And I never stop learning!
Of course if you can brave the awful cold to go outdoors you can experience this season of beauty and quiet. Things are definitely quieter outside this time of year. The quiet adds to the contemplative atmosphere of things. There’s no questioning the sheer beauty of a coat of new fallen clean white snow. There is joy in hearing the snow crunch under your feet as you walk. Even ice can be a blessing for those athletically inclinded to ice skate.
So a season that on the surface offers discomfort and frigid days actually offers us a time for ourselves. We are allowed to explore mentally the many aspects of Druidry. Not the least of which is the celebration of the changing of the seasons and turning of the wheel of the year.
Civilization gives us many advantages. Modern plumbing. Access to doctors. Ease in finding like minded communities. But it also takes away. There is a cost for all this convenience. For me it’s summed up in the tragedy of asphalt and concrete.
I think of all the land that has been covered by these two substances. I live in a suburb of Chicago. A huge city. Lots of asphalt and concrete. I think of all the wildflowers that could be growing freely in this space. I think of all the acres of trees and prairie plants that could be blooming every spring. And I’m sad.
Sad that I will never know the openness of nature that our ancestors knew. The closeness to the land that filled their daily lives. Our ancestors certainly faced the challenges of nature. But they were also free to experience its power and glory.
I wonder what my ancestors thought about this closeness to the Elements. Or did they really think about it at all? Perhaps it was such a force in their lives that they really didn’t give it much thought at all. Maybe it was so woven into the fabric of their existence that they really didn’t have time to ponder its majesty. But I’m sure there were moments when they would just stand in the midst of it and think “Wow!” Of only for a moment. And yet that was enough.
And therein lies the tragedy. So many of us are urban dwellers and have limited access to those moments of profound wow. We can catch our glimpses of it in parks and forest preserves and other bits of natural habitat. But we are cut off from the moments our ancestors must have had simply by living close to the land. Most of us don’t get the “Wow”s. And I say that’s a tragedy.
I’m in the midst of a spiritual crisis. The new year has brought all kinds of energy to me that I admit I’m not quite sure what to do with. It’s been accelerated by the recent new moon. Change never comes easily for me. Yet I find myself at a point where some form of change is inevitable.
I did my yearly rune reading to inquire what the the new year would bring. In the future slot was fehu. New beginnings. But in the overarching slot was wunjo. Joy. So the new beginnings will bring me joy. Great. Doesn’t feel that way right now…
I’ve identified myself as a Vitki for over two decades. And through that time my definition of a Vitki has changed from someone who merely works with the runes to someone who also performs Seidr work. This for me is a valid evolution. It works well for me to say that a Vitki performs different Esoteric Norse disciplines.
My practice of Seidr has lead me to the more inclusive definition of Vitki to one of Norse Shaman. This for me fits neatly with my new definition. I feel in that regard I’m on the right path.
I’ve begun exploring the Shaman community on Facebook. I have been met with open arms and much respect. It’s been nice to have people welcome me so definitively. No questions about my credentials or accusations of “How dare you call yourself a Vitki?” Just open sharing of experiences and acceptance of who I am.
Meanwhile in the Vitki community there has been statements made that amount to “You’re a new ager. Not a Vitki”. Why the incredible outcry of “No. You’re not doing this right or labeling it correctly!” I am just evolving and sharing that evolution.
Interesting that the community I have been a member of for over two decades and worked my way to becoming an elder in will not embrace my evolution and experience.
I will continue on my path. I will refer to myself as a Vitki or Norse Shaman. I will no longer consider myself to be Asatru. I am a Norse pagan. These are the new labels I will use for myself in 2019 moving forward. Once again I will face the challenge of carving out my place in a new community. I will face these challenges not by removing myself from the Vitki community but by making my case regarding what I’ve discovered on this path. I am still a Vitki. But just one with a new perspective of the labels I choose to use for myself. May this new beginning indeed bring me joy! And may you find the same on your path this new year. Hail!
I have a dog. A chihuahua named Lola. She needs lots of walks. And as someone with MS walking her is a big deal for me. It’s one of the few ways I get to experience nature. And I can observe the changing of the seasons firsthand. For me walking the dog is a direct act of Druidry. It’s an important link that I have found to be indispensable.
As my chihuahua Lola will tell you the changing of the seasons is a big deal. The time of spring and summer bring longer walks as she revels in the sun and warm weather. Winter is not her friend. She quickly does what she needs to do and heads back toward the door. But I make her suffer a bit so I can experience the wonder of snow and clouds and chilly weather. For me this time of year is as important as all the rest for all that it means. For me winter is a time for introspection and planning what you’d like to accomplish in the next year. Time to be relished. Time for ideas.
Spring is a time Lola loves. The warmer weather causes a definite change in her attitude about walk time. Now she decides to frolic a bit. Lots of time spent sniffing about. I find this the time to observe the wonder of the new plant growth and opening of flowers. A time of beauty. And time for me to plant all those ideas I’d thought of during the winter for the new year. A busy time of getting things in order for the outcome I’d like. Full of hope and possibilities.
Summer makes Lola pant. She loves the sun in her back. She loves all the bright sunlight. For me summer is a time for growth. Growing all the ideas and plans I’d planted during spring. Letting things come to fruition and get ready to be harvested. A good time indeed.
Fall makes Lola nervous. She can sense that the weather is getting nippy and the sun is out fewer hours. She starts getting into a pattern of shorter walks. For me I take this time to marvel at the wonderful display that nature puts on. The amazing color of the leaves. This is a time I spend harvesting the rewards of all that’s been growing for me. Ideas planted in the spring are now ready for me to enjoy the fruits of. Maybe my favorite time of year. I love to get the benefits of all the work I’ve done throughout the year.
Then we’re back to winter. And the wheel of the year has made its full turn. Lola and I are both a year older. And I hope a year wiser. I’ve experienced the marvel of nature one more year. Thanks to Lola. Lola is always ready for what the next turning of the wheel will bring.