Heathen altar for Haustblot in Björkö, Westgothland, Sweden. The big wooden idol represents god Frey (Ing), the picture in front of it goddess Sunna, and the small red idol god Thor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It almost comes naturally. Now whenI wake up and thank the Gods and Goddesses for another day of breath. Another day to try and change the world, or at least their views about Pagans and Pit Bulls. It's on on-going thing. Yet, I used to leave post-it notes to remind me of these things.No more. Like I said, it comes naturally now. A look at the sun, the moon, a butterfly, a bird and I feel connected. Who need theatrics. It doesn't get you that closer to the Gods and Goddess, or so that's my belief. I can stare out the window, focus on the tree, the sky and still connect with them.
They are all around me, within me. They are watching to make sure I'm a good heathen. They will kick me in my bum when I need it.
My journey has turned into a lifestyle.
