...flow of story words coiling out of the flames...

Soft glowing coals licked by golden tongues of flame.  My hands wrapped around the warm, smooth bowl of my mug.  Taste of spice on my lips.  Flow of story-words coiling up out of the flames, initiating laughter; growing, jolly, belly-warming song.

Crunching blades of grass beneath my feet.  Glistening, rainbow spokes of ice; breath crystallising in the air.  Slowing of the heart and blood.  Sinking down to join the treasures beneath the ice.  Words captured on a crisp, white page.  Distant memories prick at us, demanding healing.

...words captured on a crisp, white page...
... a bright seed of light waits impatiently to emerge...

Movement, bucking, stretching, spitting.  Born in darkness a bright seed of light waits impatiently to emerge.  Sumar, Summer God.  Baldur, Lord of Light.  Ing, the hero and the seed. Sunna urges her steeds forward, racing now on a distant road, carrying the orb of the Sun on the circle road.

Stillness, ceasing motion, slumbering.  A blanket of time and preserved memories. A cold, beautiful vista beckons us out.  Beyond time, beyond death.  Where silence reigns.  Vetr, God of Winter.  Hod, blind brother of the light.  Skadi and Ullr flash across the snow, at home in the winter world.  Manni carrying the silver sickle of the Moon points to the curving road where, even now, the Sun promises her return.

...the silver sickle of the moon points to the curving road where, even now, the Sun promises her return...

In the beginning, so the stories say, there was only ice and fire.  Existing separate and apart on opposite sides of the great void Ginungagap.  All life, all creation, is the result of their play, their intricate,  passionate dance of life, death and re-birth.

In the Hearthspace this month we are exploring the hidden treasures of winter.  Join us for our winter-treasures inspired rune reading, our story session and meditation and embodiment class.  Memories preserved in ice.  Stories captured in stone.  Treasures of the mind, Munnin, the raven of memory glides across the snow.  

This time last year we explored hygge (the Danish art of bringing warm, cosy, deliciousness into life) and its warm glow is with us still.  You can still re-visit our archive of classes from 2020 to start your hygge practice.  Hygge, Huggin, the raven of thought leaves a fiery trail.   

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