Born bravely in early spring’s chill Cold wind comes to mound’s base, Where one who knows guards his face And far more within the hill....

In his damp pit of snakes: Bright laughter, not screams, Songs of daring and dreams; Above, foeman’s heart shakes. Without, venom and...

In October 2012, I had the privilege to lead a Winternights celebration for the Coyote Willow Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans....

*This was originally compiled and posted by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all...

*This was originally compiled and posted by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all...

*This report was originally written by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all our...

*This was originally compiled and posted by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all...

*This was originally compiled and posted by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all...

*This was originally compiled and posted by Sorn during his long tenure as Ritari. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all...

Feather-skin flying swift                   falcon road Riding once-roaring skies                 raptor glides, Grants space in...

When the laws and rules break, And you think there’s no more you can take, Look to one who makes the earth and skies shake: Look to the...

*This report was originally written by Sorn. It has been reposted here in an effort to collect all our resources on our new site. For...

The Shield, the Sow, and the Shining Sea, Whether giant’s brew brought or Brisingamen won, Few are so fair or so fierce as she. Warriors...

Hallowing Donar, God of the Garðs, Guard this stead for Winternights. Heimdall, sounder of the Horn, Hold us ever in your sight. Purpose...

Gathering: Blot horn blasts thrice, that the participants may gather. Hallowing/Warding: We bid you Donar, doughty God of the Garths, to...