(For a friend of a friend, whom I have never met, but whose pain I can feel) Let him not suffer. This is my prayer offered on silent lips, to Death herself. Let not the weight of their tears keep him tied to his mortal frame, failing under the lashes of pain and machines that…

Mama Wolf, Howling in my dreams, pulling the blood from my limbs and demanding I speak in fire and ashes. My heartbeat holds the coals of your death, blanketed down for the winter, when the storms will rage yet again, and the need for fire will outweigh the fear of the rebirth. Three times we…

Coming to terms with identity is difficult, even as a full-grown adult. Choosing to align yourself with a group that is fairly universally reviled is…. difficult. Its a long story but mysticism has lead to me semi-syncrenicity has led me to study the Jotun pantheon in more detail. And what I have found is amazing….