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Anne Barton's avatar

The curse of the ancient Norse was the nidstang- a horse skull set on a pole to frighten away the land spirits of their enemies. Sometimes it seems like our whole culture is under the curse of the nidstang and most seem to revel in it. I guess hell really is an acquired taste. "Free" of the land and obligation to it, "free" of gods and our obligation to them, "free" of family and those obligations.

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Zoe's avatar

I am far away in the middle of the USA, but I feel this in my bones. War has swept across Europe so many times - the land is drenched in blood and it remembers. When I lived in the Prealps of Valsassina I spent many, many hours tramping the high hills and forests. I lay belly down on the ground, I spoke to the trees, I left offerings. And I discovered that that land has little love for us humans. But I loved it anyway, and eventually, grudgingly, it opened up a little bit to me. Only a little. Take comfort in your trees, be with the land. Wishing you peace and safety.

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