Absolute perfection . . .

norsestormr - musings of a heathen

Odin was my first breath, and owns my last. He is the wild wind, the insatiable hunger for wisdom and experience. He is beserker rage, instigation and poetry. He is inspiration and strategy, treachery and seduction, generosity and victory. He gathers the glorious dead into armies to fight back the powers of entropy and chaos. He is my love and my darkness, and I am one of his many hands in this world. All hail Odin, who rides the night sky shrieking

On reading a post by River Devora, she ended with this which  summarises to me my relationship with Allfather.  I couldn’t say it any better or be more truthful.

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