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Saturday, 02 May 2009 |
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I saw the shuttling wood wound a strange,
Struggling creature, slash it brightly
With battle-colors. A board struck
And small spears stuck into the creature
While the bound wood wound fast,
Cinching its woe. One of the creature's
Feet was fixed, the other furious--
Swinging high and swaying low.
A bright tree stood by, spun with light
Leaves. What was left by the spears was home
To the hall floor where warriors sat drinking.
Ic wæs þær inne þær ic ane geseah
winnende wiht wido bennegean,
holt hweorfende; heaþoglemma feng,
deopra dolga. Daroþas wæron
weo þære wihte, ond se wudu searwum
fæste gebunden. Hyre fota wæs
biidfæst oþer, oþer bisgo dreag,
leolc on lyfte, hwilum londe neah.
Treow wæs getenge þam þær torhtan stod
leafum bihongen. Ic lafe geseah
minum hlaforde, þær hæleð druncon,
þara flana geweorc, on flet beran.
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Monday, 20 April 2009 |
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We had our Wessex Hearth 2009 Eostre celebration yesterday, the first holytide our Kindred has celebrated as an official incorporated GFS congregation. Woot! I have to say, it was the best Eostre I’ve had…. well, like, ever.
Our plan was to fain Eostre with sparkling apple cider, and a gift of apples and colored eggs, and then have a feast afterwards.
The eggs took about an hour to do. I was initially annoyed because we had a few that cracked, but when the first one - Ing - went in the dye and I saw the green egg with the white Ing rune, I squeed. Some of the dye we made “ultra-vibrant” with vinegar and some were more pastel with water. You can see our eggses here:
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