There was someone called Gymir and his wife Aurboda. She was of the race of Mountain Giants. Gerd is their daughter, the most beautiful of all women
Skirnir’s Journey 24 (Larrington Poetic Edda)
Coercion I shall never endure
At any man’s desire;
Though I reckon this, if you and Gymir meet,
Keen fighters, a battle is bound to occur
My garden has walls
High and strong
To keep me in?
To keep others out?
That’s for me to know
It comes in infinite hues of green
Interspersed with hints of bright colours
That I glide through and touch
Each one an old friend
Soothing and familiar
Asking nothing, and giving much
In my garden I am never alone
Tending it, protecting it
My world, my design
Creation of my own
Filling my days
Why would I leave,
With everything here that I could need?
The slow buzzing of the bees under the azure sky
Is the sweetest melody
To one such as me
Life finds a way…
This is a conversation I had not long after the Earthquake swarms we had here.
I was feeling sad, wandering through some of the remnants of the cleared out buildings. Just big empty spots of gravel and rocks where a building used to be. Growing up in the middle was a pretty little flower.
“Life will ALWAYS find a way; out of destruction, it rises”
This made me realise how much potential there was in my city at that time, and still is. That out of all this sadness and wreckage something new and amazing would rise. Though we lost a lot, never to be returned; this city would bloom. Become something new and amazing. I ended up so full of hope, when there was only sadness before.
This conversation with the Gods helped me through a hard and confusing time, and was the beginning of me thinking of doing a blog about the little conversations I have with Them. So here I plan to share them.
Conversations with the Gods 