Somehow it suits me!
I mean really!!!
I feel comfy when it is dark and gloomy outside and nervous when the sun comes out, and I just planned a nice cozy time for myself. Also creating when it is dark, is so much easier, so for me… Yule is the end of my happiness. Now the days get longer, I mean the light stays longer, and even if it is called winter, still it is 6 degrees above so I am not a happy witch. But I have that amazing grey around me, soft like a comfy blanket. So forgiving. So… like Grandmother.
And we have Urd above…
Yup, my Island is under another strong storm called Urd, you know, one of the Norns… In the original called Urth… (text from)
“20. Thence come the maidens | mighty in wisdom,
Three from the dwelling | down ‘neath the tree;
Urth is one named, | Verthandi the next,–
On the wood they scored,– | and Skuld the third.
Laws they made there, and life allotted
To the sons of men, and set their fates.” (The Poetic Edda)
So the past is just giving my Island a very hard time!!! Hail, orkan winds… form one side scary, from another, such an amazing time. changes in the air, past touching today… we are in fact a one huge luggage of everything. Maybe it is a time to let some of the clothes go, and objects, and old sandwiches… memories.
Maybe Urd is on time?