I am filled with joy.
Last night my home was filled to the brim in hospitality for beloved friends, family, and neighbors. We gathered in honor of the Vanir, the spirits, the ancestors, but also we gathered in honor of the folk, of each other, and of those in need during the cold, dark times.
We gathered and we feasted, sharing food, conversation, and laughter.
We gathered and we sumbled, sharing mead, blessings, and hope.
We gathered and we exchanged, sharing objects, intuition, and gratitude.
We gathered and we gifted, sharing money, fortune, and generosity.
We gathered and we passed the evening in fellowship. We met friends we’d never had before, and saw friends we hadn’t seen in months. We loved and we laughed, and some of us even cried a bit.
When I slept that morning I slept fitfully, having nightmares that I could not wake until after I was supposed to be hosting the evening’s events, and that I was far from home once I did wake.
When I rearranged furniture in my house that afternoon, I fretted, fearing that no one was coming, or that I would not have my home ready in time, that there would not be enough food, or gifts.
When I set up the altar that evening, I was resolved to my plans, that no matter who arrived, those of us who were present would enjoy the evening.
When I passed the first glass of mead, to honor the gods, the room was as full as I’d had any hope it would be, and I was glad.
But even as we passed the glass from each hand, back to mine, and to each again, in sumbel, more people arrived, and yet more, until the circle was so full there were no chairs left, and several people sat on the floor, leaning on their companions.
It would not have mattered exactly how many people did come, but to have so many, several new to the Vanic Conspiracy, some of them new to the Vanir, a few of them new even to me, filling my home – it fills my heart as well.
Last night my home was filled to the brim in hospitality for beloved friends, family, and neighbors.
And by them I am filled with joy.