In 13th century Norway and Iceland old legends and tales dating probably over millennia back were written down in book form, the Eddas. The Poetic Edda is sometimes called the elder Edda and contains the stories of the old Norse written in alliterative verse. The Prose Edda was written by Snorri Sturluson and is meant to be a textbook for learning the art of the skaldic poetry and for learning about Norse mythology.
Snorri himself was a Christian trying to make sense of the pagan ways of his ancestors by interpreting the poems of the elder Edda.
Hibernation is over for this time it seems. I’m not exactly sure what it is that activates my inner alarm clock, although I suspect that daylight, both the intensity and the duration of it, to be the main trigger. It’s not lack of snow at least, because there’s still plenty of that around. Although I have recently noticed that the sun has begun to eat away at it. On warm (warm is a relative word and in this case it’s relative to Swedish weather conditions in March…) and sunny days there’s an unmistakable dripping of melting snow from the roofs, the huge piles of snow everywhere are sinking and mini rivers of meltwater are carving their way through the ice on the ground, ice that is becoming increasingly porous and brittle day by day.
Not yet spring, but the promise of it.
In any case I’m out of the world of Call of Gods and back in the land of the…living? Clinically insane? Matrix?
I’m getting caught up on everything that I’ve missed/ ignored.
The world did not end on December 21 2012. That’s good. Would think this might have caused a pretty enormous level of embarrassment among the fear mongers who believed it blindly but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I still see them posting left and right about how the end of the world only really meant the end of an era, and that this new era would be one of greater understanding and brotherhood and yada yada yada. That’s the Age of Aquarius! Haven’t they been going on about that since the 60’s? Aren’t we there YET?