Firstly—reminder the whole blog is UPG. I feel like I haven’t said that lately. Secondly—I had no idea had anything to say about Sigyn at all; I know last time someone spoke to me about her, I had nothing to contribute. Apparently I’ve been thinking about it. Thirdly—someone tell me if it’s “Sigynsson”, “Sigynson”, or “Sigynarson” because all that happened when I went looking is I got increasingly frustrated by the lack of knowing if the matro/patronymic had a special case ending or simply used the genitive. Anyway.
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Songbird. A wolf, or wolves. Silence and noise. Narfi’s brother and Narfi’s killer.
I keep coming back to these false dichotomies. Songbird is not exclusive wolf—not when the wolf can be a metaphor for outcast, not when the songbird is a mimic, not when the whole is given to changing shapes around a fixed point. Silence is both quiet and—in the right context—deafening. Loving a brother does not mean not killing him—I’ve talked about that, circle around it over and over and over again even as I try to pull away. Kindness can be its own cruelty, spite does not mean you can’t offer someone else compassion.
Loki’s son.
This was absolutely beautiful and just, lovely. I will have to bookmark this to come back to when I want to read about Sigyn, there is only so about her. This fits the bill so much, and its wonderful to learn of her children too.
Devotional blog dedicated to the Goddess Sigyn offering support to those who are "holding the bowl" within difficult relationships.
Holding the Bowl 