Here in the north, the winters are dark and brutal. Therefore, summer is cherished and celebrated by Norwegians. I am currently trying to plan my vacation to make the most of the time I have (in between work and thesis writing). The last week of July, I am going to distant shores to explore a new country, and I am really excited about that! However, this will probably not be the idea of a perfect summer…
Why? Simply because…I will not be attending as many viking markets as I would have liked to, and to be honest -that makes me quite sad. For a modern viking, these markets are the closest thing to an authentic viking experience in organized form. Like re-living some valued memory of the past with fellow enthusiasts. Sigh.. I will make it to Borre viking market – a day trip at least. And…There is still some sort of hope for Gudvangen as I still cling to the idea of it, refusing to let it go. Wanna know something? At one point I actually considered asking random people on IG to join me in order to lower the expenses . Luckily, one of my friends talked me out of the idea, reminding me that I would have to sleep with pepperspray under my pillow in that kind of stranger danger scenario. Haha, I wouldn’t actually have gone through with this experiment – but I think it paints a picture of how bad I would like to go. Lack of money – and lack of people to join me makes this challenging. Oh well. It’s times like these I wish blogging actually made me some cash, but in the niche world of underground blogging, it doesn’t work like that..
However, I will make this summer glorious. You can take the girl out of a viking market, but you can never take the viking spirit out of the girl. No matter where I go or what I do, it is always in some sort of Nordic spirit. Inside or outside a viking camp, it really doesn’t matter. To Hel with it- I’ll just hand stitch some new viking garb that I can strut around with in the forest. That, a bottle of mead, people I love and who love me back, is my idea of a perfect summer.
A little on the side of my usual content, but hey…! Those of you who follow me on instagram have probably seen this look already, felt like posting more pics of it nevertheless. I love experimenting with makeup, especially when incorporating ancient norse symbols and runes. It’s my thing. The icelandic magical staves, Galdrastafur, were my main source of inspiration for this specific look. Usually, these kind of ideas spring to mind when I am doing something extremely boring, or even when I am dreaming. To me, Putting on makeup is a hobby, a ritualistic act, and meditation -all at once-. On a higher level, it is my attempt at making everyday art that ties the ancient heritage with the Urban way of life. Sól, The Viking Queen
December 21st is the shortest day and longest night of this year here in the North. Winter solstice is a celebration of the turning of the sun that falls on the 20th, 21st, 22nd or the 23rd of December. This particular celebration goes way back; The pagan Scandinavian people celebrated a twelve-day “midwinter” (winter solstice) holiday called Yule (or rather – “Jól” in old norse or “Jul” in Norwegian). Winter solstice has a deep, personal meaning to me because it marks a spiritual energy increase with new hope for the future. Indeed, Winter Solstice is a “funeral” where I bury the darkness of the past, but it is also a celebration where I focus on the light of the future. Urd, Skuld and Verdande are significant to my celebration, and I do not base that particular part on any sources. Little does man know about the Viking Ways – so much of The Heathen traditions were lost in the awful Christianization of Norway.
However you celebrate this season, and whatever your religion or lifestyle might be; I wish you peace, blessings, hopes and visions this Winter Solstice night.
Greetings from the North! Yule is upon us and Tis the season to be preparing oneself for a traditional Heathen celebration – Mead, meat and honey, family and loved ones. Be good to each other, people of Midgard. You never know what people around you might be struggling with and the gods knows that it is cold enough here already.
The visit at Sarpsborg was a short one this year. It was just a day trip to breathe some viking vibes with my friends. In hindsight, I wish I had taken more pictures, but I will probably have a chance to do so the coming year. One can never take too many pictures. Never ever.
Preparing for a feast, the Viking Way. A couple of men occasionally appeared to turn the animal whilst humming to themselves. I absolutely adore these mugs. They made me daydream of happy times surrounded by friends and loved ones, sitting in front of a bonfire deep in the norse woods. I imagined sharing stories and laughing for hours, singing and enjoying each others company. Ah, that would be grand. It saddens me to say that there is too little of the sort in my life these days. But I would love to change that.
Oddities like these have fascinated me ever since I was a weird, kinda lonely child. Crow claws are über cool and crows are my favourite birds. I am well aware of the fact that ravens “should be” my first choice- but I guess I have strange preferences. (Ps – these are ethically harvested. No birds were killed to collect their feet)
Okay back to my daydream about the bonfire. In that daydream, these would be filled with mead, and the mead would never end. Anything goes when you imagine it, therefore my mind tends to wander a lot. And wander it does when I am beholding glorious viking goods like these! I could sell myself the whole market with that imagination of mine.
I’ll take the Hammer over the cross any day. Therefore I cropped it away, didn’t let it stay.
Lamb meat and a viking lady being crafty in the background
I like to change my viking boob bling occasionally. The black beads are actually volcano rocks. Btw- those are my natural nails…Unfortunately, the ones on my right hand were shorter than those on my left. I love symmetry godsdamnit! My nails tend to break a lot due to heavy lifting at the gym. Oh well, totally worth it.
Been thinking about buying a drum ever since last summer. Any day now… Any day.
Viking kitchen awesomeness goods and epic wall decor, heathen statement style.BaBadass Wood carving on a throne
Outfit hand stitched by me – 100% wool & 100% linen. The tablet weave is Oseberg style, I wear it to Honor one of the queens that ruled before me *wink*
Like I said in my last post, I am going through a lot of photos that I simply forgot about in order to finally share them with you guys. So – Stay tuned for more:) Hope you are all having a wonderful night.
I love the smell of bonfires in my hair, the feeling of soil under my fingernails, the stinging sensation of the cold, northern air. Casting runes to the echo of crows brings calmness to my ancient soul. One can sail the seven seas, only to find that there is nothing like the mystical nature in Norway. The forest clears cloudy minds and heals the deepest of battle scars. Time is well spent when connecting with the old gods, and when exploring the depths of one’s ancient soul. Our culture and our heritage lives on in our heathen hearts, and only there can it be found and brought back to new life. Dare to feel the beating rhythm, dare to walk the path we used to follow.