


Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?
One of my strongest and earliest UPGs about Sigyn is that She loves stories. She has the biggest library, She is the happiest when someone stands up to tell a tale, She unabashedly loves children’s fic and YA and fantasy and everything.
What about you guys? Thoughts, feelings, impressions?
Years ago when I was discussing religion with a Christian friend, she asked me –not in challenge but honestly perplexed—where is love in your religion. I don’t’recall what I responded at the time, but were I to be asked that question now, I would point to Sigyn. There, there is a Goddess Whose overwhelming nature is rooted in love, fidelity, integrity, and honor. There is our Goddess of compassion.
Sigyn’s Lament (Aug. 15, 2015)
I didn’t ask for help
Because i thought help would not come
I suffered alone
Because the suffering belonged to mePain and i are old friends
After all, the dark side has cookiesI lay down false roots
Imitating societal normsI am not normal
But i am not brokenI hide myself
Because you don’t understandI hide from you
Because i don’t understandI agonize over petty things
When the Universe is at…
I do not know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.