Tag: Sigyn
No, but think about the psychology of Sigyn and Loki at his binding. He probably doesn’t get a lot of visitors. He’s in a cave and chained up. There’s nothing to see or touch. And there’s an acid faucet over his body.
If Sigyn leaves, he’s going to be in social isolation, sensory deprivation, and physical agony. Keeping her goodwill is pure survival. He cannot afford to be anything except what she wants from him.
So his first act on being released is to lead the destruction of the universe and I wonder
just what has she been whispering to him, all these centuries?
(I love Sigyn, but I hardly think she’s the Marian symbol of saintly forbearance and forgiveness I sometimes she her painted as. She’s a mother who unjustly lost a child, for Hel’s sake!)
*breathing rhythm changes*
A mason jar candle for Sigyn (FiberWytch). Even though I associate blues with Her in my practice, I’m still suffering from I have a mighty need.
So I decided as there was no statues of Sigyn that I would search down something that spiritually rang with me on eBay. The statue above is of Lenox’s porcelain princess collection, this one being Rapunzel but it felt right. (This is a personal thing, I am not saying Sigyn is ONLY blonde hair/blue eyed, white or anything else like that…)
Its going to be my gift to myself when I get settled into my new home away from the abusive crap in my life right now. That way I can finally have an alter to Sigyn as I have one to Guan Yin and the Virgin Mary…
LF011 by xLokisFirex
Sigyn Project – Day 14
Hearth and Home
By Brandie FlowersThe fire crackles within the huge stone fireplace. The flames dance as a small blond woman checks the stew she is brewing. It is the larger pot than she usually uses. Loki had asked her to make more than normal for his other two sons and daughter and his second wife where showing up today. He wanted them to meet. Sigyn checked the bread in the oven build in the wall next to the fireplace. She smiles the bread looks like it is almost there.
She looks around her home. It looks beautiful and lived in. It is clean but does not look as if dirt is unwelcome within her home. She has two sons and a husband dirt is always trailing about in her home. She still had not figured out how they trailed dirt around the way they did. It was a great puzzle for she did not trail dirt why did they?
She started on the pies she wanted to cook next. The pie was a berry pie; blueberry, strawberry, raspberry. She smiled at it as she finished off the crust trapping the almost overflowing berries within the pie itself. She placed it to cook next to the bread that was almost done.
She once again checked the table. She had it set for who was coming plus a few plates. Loki’s family would sometimes come by unannounced during dinner and Sigyn wanted them to feel welcome and wanted and not like intruders. She felt a tugging on her skirt.
“They should be here soon.” She smiled down at the little red curly haired girl in her care. Her hair was wild and untamable no matter what her and Sigyn’s tried to get it to behave. “Maybe a braid?” The little girl nodded. Sigyn followed the little girl over to the chair and footstool. She sat in the chair and the girl sat on the foot stool. The two wrestled with the girl child’s hair. She got it to braid with much fussing and trying. The little girl stood and hugged her. They looked at each other and smiled.
“My hair gives me just as much trouble.” She smiled at her foster child. “My hair is just as curly.”
They both giggle and than sit for there really was noting to do until the guests arrived.
Holding the Bowl 