Forest
The wanderer now ventures into the forest where his intent begets insight. Connecting with nature, he follows the signs of the forest under the watchful gaze of Freyja. The goddess – falcon guides the wanderer as his fate is carved. Through searching, and tuning his senses, he finds his perspective can be altered, and his world changed. Realizing a kinship with the elements, the wanderer begins to see himself, forming his identity and finding purpose.
Mellom tryllestaver disete, søkte jeg, tåkete
Sansa stillheten
Jeg skjønte tegner der
Djup i kjødet
Utmalte, de ånda
Utskåret, de oscillerte
Between foggy wands
I searched, hazy
Sensed the silence
I touched the symbols there
deep in the flesh
painted, they breathed
carved, they oscillated
Written in Galdralag, a magic meter in Old Norse poetry
Hun hvisket gjennom meg
Seidkona viste (seg fram)
Hildisvini’s husfreyja
Gav askrs velmakt
Strømmende vann, liv
(Jeg) kjente skjebnen min
Følte fatumet vårt
She whispered through me
Seidkona showed
Hildisvini's woman
Gave the strength of Askr
Rushing water, alive
Felt my fate
Felt our fate
Hørende på skjulte rytmer
Et sjøl aldri sett, men husket
Fjær fruentimmer rørte meg
Våknet opp inn i drømmene vi hadde
Å følge fylgja jeg visste
Ikke vende bort fra, fram
Hearing the hidden rhythm
A self never seen, but remembered
Feather woman touched me
Woke up into dreams we had
To follow the spirit I knew
Do not turn away, forward!