I can still remember my grandmother's laugh, the smell of my mother's perfume, and my father's cross look when I did something wrong. I remember vividly all of my childhood friends and how much each of them meant to me. I remember the fear of being in the hospital, at age four, to have a cyst removed above my right eye. I remember the joy I felt when my brother taught me how to ride a two wheel bike. There was the relief of graduation, my first job, my first date, first kiss, getting married, then divorced etc. etc.... Climbing mountains, hiking the Appalachian Trail, kayaking in all kinds of water, all these memories collectively make up what has been my life.
Some of my most important memories have to do with the relationship that I have developed with the Gods and Goddesses. I remember, to my surprise, when I found out that even though we came to, and lived in, New Amsterdam, in 1633, later of course called New York, we actually came from Norway. I was shocked to find out that my first ancestor was not actually a Bergen. Back then the Norwegians used patronymic names, and my first ancestor was Hans Hansen. You can actually find him on - line if you google it ! I remember when the Triad started to whisper into my ears, and my rejection of them. I was an Agnostic , and just did not care at all about religion. Over time the whisperings became a shout, and the lessons they were showing me began to sink in. I remember reading about the Icelandic Asatru and how they had gained the right to worship again in Iceland after almost a thousand years. I remember reading about Sveinbjorn Beinteinsson, for the first time, and being fascinated with his love for the Gods and Goddesses, and his great understanding of our relationship with nature. I will never forget my trip to Iceland and the lesson the Triad showed me there. I remember my first awkward ritual on my homemade altar. I remember the pride in knowing that the Gods and Goddesses where with me the whole time.
After years and years of internal struggle, I remember that on January 11, 2009, I gave my heart, body, and soul to the Ancient Gods and Goddesses, and sealed the oath in blood ( mine). I remember having to get a bandage because I cut my hand just a little too deeply ! I remember reaching out to people and organizations, in our religion, and being disappointed with either rejection or silence. I remember asking Galina Krasskova a simple question, and how it lead me to the writing of this blog. I remember the kind words of my readers.
But the one thing that I remember the most, and will never forget, is that my life, and all of my spectacular memories were a gift, a wonderful gift, given to me by the Gods and Goddesses. A gift that I never forget to thank them for everyday of my life ! Older readers will understand the importance of what I am saying here. Younger readers will understand some day in the future. That is what life becomes when your my age, a collection of memories to make you smile, or shake your head. They are what I was, and who I am. And hopefully, I am still in the memories of those I knew and still know. For that is also the measure of a life !
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love and Thor's protection !