How I met my Viking berserker!
Viking poetry for a dark, cold and rainy Sunday in the mountains. Wild Joy You ask if I am happy. Happy as the solitary pine Naked on the mountain precipice Writhing roots death-gripping crumbling stone Black wind wailing ghostly requiems Across a sky of… Continue Reading “Viking Poetry: Wild Joy”
Who can resist the allure of linen? Elegant, cool in summer, warm in winter, crisp when new, soft and silky with age. My entire life I have been captivated by the fabric. At the age of 15 I made my first linen shirt for… Continue Reading ““Woven Moonlight” ~ The Magic of Linen”
Women dedicated to Freyja travelled throughout the world bringing healing.