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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

 

A New House, And Lessons
 

My house,
in the middle of the city
it becomes my refuge of sanity,
it gives guidance,
as my day revolves around it's care,
and I begin to serve the day to day cares
that are the cares of a healthy house--
Sweep the floors and feel the rhythm
as it calms my beating heart,
make the bed and feel the solidness
that stretches me across and over
as I tuck as I wrap the sheets
that once so stiff now easily bend.
The smell of wood is all around me
and I let it sink into my being,
knowing that this land is mine
as I belong to it.
Though I may pay a renter's bit
out each month to someone else
I have claimed it
by fire and by rite,
I have given voice to ancient ways.
The land wights here
have been blending slowly
with my ways as I give honor to them
in thought and deed--
The AEsir and Vanir
have been made to home,
the Disir and the Alfar
are well loved within these doors--
Though I have lived here but a short time,
set up house not so long ago
where the passage of days may count,
season's turn,
Summer gives way, harvest is fulfilled,
Winternights comes on us fast
and I sweep dead leaves from my porch,
their husks making me thoughtful for the days to follow,
I long to have my kindred close to hand.
So I love the house I have come to know,
so I love the land I have cause to know.
So my refuge gives me strength when in turmoil deep.
I think, this is what it is to know Frigga
in her place of strength,
in her place of meditation,
in her place where none can shake her loose.
For who else gives such abundance of peace through action?
Who can give such lessons through the bond of frau to home?
And I am grateful.
 

Ayla Wolffe

* Wolffe's Ways - Aylas former Blog * Children of Eir - Support for Disabled Folk * Ayla can be found on Facebook 

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