Brother in the Northern Lights

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Ulfhuguð (“Wolf Age”)

A photograph by Marja-Terttu Karlsson taken in Pajala, Sweden, appears to show the form of a wolf in the Northern Lights.
Could it be the embodiment of one of the great wolves of Norse Mythology manifesting in the night sky? You decide.

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Fin: Sunna

I was prompted to return to daily and weekly prayers post-Burning, but I admittedly didn’t get very far before updates started happening. All but the last stanza of Sunna-Rise by Michaela Macha was asked for on a weekly morning basis, while the refrain and dusk stanzas from The Four Adorations by Sophie Reicher was asked for on a weekly evening basis (both on Sundays). On a daily basis, I was asked to return to the “Sunna Prayer Cycle for the Day” by Raven Kaldera that I started out with for Sunna*.

Going forward, I don’t have much in terms of actual requests in order to indirectly honor Sunna because Her previous requests have sort of been filtered away to other People – observing Årsväntan ((may appear without accents here)) and building a yoga practice (no way a solar deity is going to pass up the Sun Salutation).

From what I can tell, it doesn’t seem like She minds sharing or passing off requests because She’s the sun. Anytime I’m in the sun or taking my vitamin D supplement, I’m indirectly honoring Her. She also has the latent energy of Her tag here, on tumblr, and on the Vanic shrine.

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(*) When I first copied “Sunna Prayer Cycle for the Day” down (2013), it was listed online, but it’s been removed because it’s now in a devotional book, Candles in the Cave: Northern Tradition Paganism for Prisoners compiled by Raven Kaldera.

March Full Moon

Possible names include: Worm, Sap, Chaste, Fish, Crust, Crow, and Lenten Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Fish”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction that I wrote last March but was asked to schedule for this year (2017).

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Mani dropped a few breadcrumbs into the pond water and waited for a moment or two. A flash of red and orange led the way in crowding around the crumbs, and he carefully dropped in pellets as well. He let his fingers trail in the water, and as the fish brushed his fingertips, sections of white appeared on their scales. While Mani spent most of his time steering the moon at night in the company of the stars, he didn’t mind starting out while there was still daylight hours on some days. Sometimes, it could be as relaxing as sitting at the edge of a pond and streaking the koi.