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Thruðheim Kindred Winter Nights Blót 2008
October 18-19, 2008
Beth led blót |
Autumn's chill gave a preview of winter as faithful folk gathered at Frozen Head state park. Sunna had not yet dipped low in the sky when the fire was lit.
Fellowship and conversation, as well as a little football, were enjoyed until darkness descended and kin gathered closer to the sumbel fire for warmth. Though numbers in the circle were somewhat deminished, the intensity connection was strong as toasts were raised to the Allfather, as the time of the Wild Hunt draws near.
With the veils between the worlds thin, ancestors were felt strongly around us. Mani shined cold and bright as the kin retired for the evening. Though some members stayed late talking until the banked embers of the fire burned low and even stragglers made weary, chilly ways to the warmth of sleeping bags.
Sunday dawned bright and frosty with temperatures only in the high 30's. Those who braved camping the night before huddled around the welcome camp fire. A large pot was hung over the fire in preparation for stone soup - a kindred harvest tradition. Everyone is asked to bring an ingredient or two that Beth and Steve then turn into a tasty dish. The cool weather only served to whet the appetite more. A few more kindred members arrived throughout the morning bringing yet more ingredients. Soon the boiling mix filled the area with mouth-watering aromas.
Before the feast however, it was time for blót. Beth lead the kindred in honoring the gods and ancestors - especially the disir to whom the blot was dedicated. In keeping with the harvest tradition, Beth related a version of the stone soup tale. Through the telling, she reminded the kindred of the need, both physically and spiritually, to help one another through tough times. By sticking together as a community, the rewards collectively and individually can be great. Beth also reminded everyone that our ancestral mothers could be both tough defenders and tender nurturers as needed. This was symbolized by her dress and sword. Many were moved by her words.
With the blot over, it was time for feast! And what a feast it was. The kindred must have been especially hungry because for the first time there was no left-over soup to take home. Every last bit was eaten. Even Kylie the Wonder Dog had a paw in the matter. A number of desserts rounded out the fare.
Full and satisfied, the kindred broke camp and headed home, memories of another great weekend to tide them over until next time.
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