Showing posts with label Sif. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sif. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

She Loosened Her Hair and He Kissed its Waves in the Moonlight

textile art "Blonde, lifted" by Inge Stahl


It is written that Loki Laufeyarson, out of sheer malice, once cut off all of Sif's hair, and when Thor heard of it, he grabbed Loki and was about to break every bone in his body until he promised to have the black elves make a head of hair for Sif from gold, one that would grow like real hair.

The emotionally charged triangle of Sif, Loki and Thor is all the more evident in the eddic poem Lokasenna, when Sif tries to placate Loki in the midst of his malicious wrangling: "Then Sif approached, offered Loki mead from a crystal cup and said: 'Hail now, Loki, accept this crystal cup, full of antique mead. Better find one woman, among the AEsir's sons, who is without fault.'

He accepted the horn and drank it down: 'You'd be the one, if only you were wary and cautious with men; but I know someone, it seems to me, who made you unfaithful to Thor, and that one was crafty-wise Loki."
Sif signifies summer Fertility and corn, hence Loki's cutting of her hair is interpreted as a fire destroying a corn field. Sifs name is cognate with the German sippe, meaning "kith and kin." From this we may assume that, like Frigga, Sif is a goddess associated with peace and friendship in a happy family, and with conjugal fidelity.

Don't believe everything you read.

Text sourced from Valkyrie Tower


Runes compatible with sif are Berkana and Inguz.
 
 
Rune of isolation or separation in order to create a space or place where the process of transformation into higher states of being can occur. Rune of gestation and internal growth.  Inguz represents the Great Mother.  She is the sacred power of female sexuality. When she appears in your spread, the counsel is to honour your own sexuality and recognise it as a source of magic.

 
“One is not born, but becomes, a woman.” — Simone de Beauvoir
 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Like Chooks in a Thunderstorm

As I sat down to eat dinner on Tuesday evening, I had no sooner polished off one Honey BBQ chicken drumstick, when the earth shook.

I knew the image on the front of the Continental Cook-in-Bag Honey BBQ Chicken looked pretty scrumptious and the experience exceeded all expectations.

What has also exceeded all expectations, or is challenging my compassion for fellow Aussies, is their reaction to the largest earth-shaking Victoria has had in 109 years.  But then, the epicentre of the quake was a mere 14km from Moe.  Bogan Central.

These are not people who are aware of real earthquake devastation like Christchurch experienced last year, or China, Italy, Columbia and a thousand other places...these are people who are upset because they sloshed beer over themselves with fright and their patio furniture was knocked over.

Mind you, there were a couple of big jolts and Gaia rumbled for 10-20 seconds.  As I sucked the Honey BBQ sauce off the chicken drumstick, I heard things rattling upstairs - before I felt the movement below. It was pretty impressive. 

I went outside. My neighbour three units down came outside. Then his neighbours three units down came outside and we all whooped and hollered and laughed....because, quite frankly, earthquakes of this scale don't happen all that often in our part of the world.  Nobody got killed.  The damage is minimal although I did notice a dead tree in the front-yard of an abandoned house a few doors up from where I live, is now only being held upright by two power-lines.

I called the State Emergency Services about that and tested the theory of 'no good deed goes unpunished'. It still holds water. There's no such thing as ringing in an initial report of a fallen tree on powerlines and going on your way.  No when you leave your name and a contact phone number, which then becomes a beacon for 2-3 people to call, wanting to know more details.  It's amazing how people don't listen.  I told them the property was abandoned yet they still asked questions that only the owner of the property could answer.  There's only one tactic for that: keep repeating the same information as many times as it takes until it gets punched in.

Memo to self:  give false name and contact phone number next time.

Prior to Tuesday evenings rattle, I had been fussing over creating a mandala-altar, which had several crystals balanced on rocks and, surprisingly, none of them had been displaced by the shake.

Thursday 21 June 2012 was our Winter Solstice here down under and it rained all day, not hard rain, a soft steady patter and I had placed outside, among the flowering violets that carpet my backyard, all my crystals, rocks, pinecones, shells and other things, for a good cleansing.  Particularly my elephant ornaments, of which I have four, and some brass and copper vases that have been around since my grandmother's day.  Over 100 years old.

I went outside at three o'clock something Friday morning and looked at my bower of sparkly shiny, awfully clean objects, in the dark of night and listened to the soft pit-pat-pity-pat of raindrops falling from branches and my mind wandered to alpine fields and the terrible circumstances of the Thredbo Landslide in July 1997. 

The cause of that landslide was not an earthquake.  The investigation found the cause to be a leaking mains water pipe and the Alpine Road built on a vulnerable slope of debris.  3500 tonnes of debris came crashing down a slope about midnight on July 31 1997, killing 18 people.

A leaking water pipe.

A whole lot of rain has fallen in Melbourne - about 25mm.  I've been collecting rainwater and drinking it - sure is sweet.  The cold and wet snap hitting the state has brought welcome snow falls to the Victorian alps.  Falls Creek, Mount Buller and Mount Hotham have all had falls of between 10cm and 15cm. A further 50cm is expected by Friday night, 22 June.

Meanwhile, there have been solid rainfalls across Victoria including 30mm at the Grampians.

The Bureau is forecasting steady rain through most of the day on Friday.

Good weather to get down with Norse mythology and Sif through some cupboards and doors.

Hearthside Surfing;

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Faultlines Weaving their Way across Southern Australia : Click to read full article.