A little plant dedicated to Thunor. This flower is called Bugle, a common plant found across Britain. It's believed that the old English name for Bugle was Ðunorclæfre or Thunor's Clover. In English folklore the Bugle was also known as 'Thunder-and-Lightning' which certainly makes the connection with the thunder God Thunor.

The Rowan tree had a magic which was once known to keep evil magic and witches at bay and there was even a name for a wand made from Rowan, ON reynivǫndr. It takes it’s name from the root word for red (h₁rewd) after its berries. We also know this tree by its other names, Mountain Ash, Witchbane and Quickbeam.

To reach Geirröds home, Thunor had to cross the Vimur River, but Geirröd’s daughter Gjalp tried to drown him. She urinated into the river creating a great rapid. Thunor was able to stem the flow of the river with a huge boulder he flung into the current, but the river was swollen and still too wide to cross, that is until a Rowan on the other bank held out a branch and aided Thunor across the water, hence the tree is also known as Thor’s Helper.

Beautiful new patrice from Tåsinge

In the patrice (one half of a stamping die) image above we can make out the Wodenic figure to the right of the rider. This figure appears to be guiding the warriors spear. The die was probably used to make helmet plates as similar imagery can be found on helmets from England as well as Scandinavia.

Trust gut feelings. The saying refers to intuition, that feeling of instinctive understanding. Where does it come from? Perhaps the feeling is the connection we have with our orlæġ or wyrd, guiding us on our path. Today the word yarn is wool that has been spun for weaving but we also use the word to describe a tale or story, so an association here with Wyrd and the Weavers of fate. The origins of the word yarn (from the PIE *ǵʰer) means guts or intestines! The intestines of animals were often used for weaving. This is where we get ‘catgut’ from. Not the guts of cats, but short for cattle-gut. And the Waelcyrges were even known to weave fate with human guts. According to Njal’s Saga, before the Battle of Clontarf a Caithness man named Dörruðr spied twelve Waelcyrges weaving the fates of the fighting men. Their loom was made of bloodied spears – their loom-weights were severed heads and the yarns they wove were the intestines of men. Trust gut feelings.

Wyrd illustration by Sin Eater.

Wyrd, Scyld and Weorðende. Three OE names that correspond with Urðr, Skuld and Verðandi, the Norns (OE Wyrd) who determine our fate. They weave a single thread called the Weft (our life-thread) back and forth between the Warps, all the folk, places and events we will ever encounter, which is probably why the OE word needle (nædl) was used as a kenning for the soul.

The pattern of wyrd is like the grain in wood, or the flow of a stream; it is never repeated in exactly the same way. But the threads of wyrd pass through all things and we can open ourselves to its pattern by observing the ripples as it passes by.

The way of Wyrd by Brian Bates

The Marsh Orchid is believed by some to be the plant the Anglo-Saxons called Fornete's Folm (Fornete's Hand) which is attested in two works, the Cleopatra Glossary dated to the mid-tenth century (recorded as forneotes folm) and in Bald's Leechbook, recorded as fornetes folm. It has been suggested Fornet is an old English name cognate with the Eoten the Norse called Fornjótr. In Norse myth Fornjótr was the father of Hlér 'sea', Logi 'fire' and Kári 'wind'.

Christians perform their blessings by sprinkling holy water. However the origins of this practise was to use blood, the word 'blessing' coming from the Old English bletsian (also bledsian) itself from the Proto-Germanic word *blodison meaning hallowed or marked with blood.

image from the Þórr siðr channel.

'This species of stone is called by the country-people thunder-stone, but upon what authority seems a matter of much doubt. I have heard the inhabitants assign two reasons – one, that the stones have fallen from the clouds during thunder-storms; and the other, in consequence of their giving out sparks of fire when struck against each other, at the same time emitting a faint smell of sulphur. But in fact the great majority of the people would not be able to assign any reason for so singular a name, not trougling themselves to inquire into the origin of names.'

From ‘The Druid Stones near Shap, in Westmoreland’ (1840).

The Shap Thunder Stone, part of the Shap Stone Avenue. Photo Anne Tate.