The title of this article is appropriate in a lot of ways. According to my site’s records, I haven’t posted anything here in almost two months. That’s a far cry from last year, where I posted pretty much every day. It’s been a long time since I walked the halls of my blog, and spoke holy words, and mundane ones. So, in someways, I’m coming home here, hopefully I’ll be posting more.
Also, I find myself living in a house I’ve not lived in in ten years. It was a place I never thought I’d live in again. At least for a weekend, I’m living with my Father, because I lost my home.
Part of the reason I haven’t posted in two months, and barely posted before that, was because I’d been in a relationship. Most of you are aware of this, I mentioned my girlfriend a few times. Well, it ended, badly. She joined a mystical order, got interested in their nominal leader, he got interested back. She promised it wouldn’t effect our relationship, so I didn’t complain. He lost his home, and I did the noble and Heathen thing, and offered him a roof.
From there, things went down hill. Rapidly, badly. I’m not a perfect person, I’ll be the first to admit it. But hospitality was betrayed by greed, good intentions repaid with aggression, ill treatment, and threats. This led to great stress on my body and mind, which when combined with the stress of my job, ruined my health to the point I believed I was going to die. For a month, after grevious treatment by both of them, she and I tried to make it work, but it was too late, and her other romantic interest proved sly at hindering our attempts. A few weeks ago, we ended it, but said we’d try to be friends.
Friendship, it seems, does not last long. Within a day, she started to tear into me. A few days later it was so bad I ran off to a friends house and stayed for half a week. When I returned, I did my best to ignore them, to avoid trouble. For a while, they were content. But then they were no longer content, and Thursday night it came to a head. Threats were made, and I could no longer feel safe. So I left. Where it goes from here, how I manage, I still do not know. These things, are in the hands of the Gods and the Norn.
But even if, at the end, all threats are born out and all i have is my Faith…that will be enough. I’ve reached that far in my growth, at least. And what flows from the faith of a Norseman…is exactly what you give to that Norseman. Like for Like.
Blessings of Hel upon you all. It is good to be home.