Story of Odin
When you have lost everything, even your name, there is little point in going on. I was not churlish enough to leave my body hanging where I would be found by those who would be hurt by it. I brought my rope with me to the park. There was an old maple tree […]
I honor all the gods, although Odin is one I do not do much more than that. Still, the story resonates and might be of interest to those who do.