We have been watching the Canadian tv series on the life of the famous Viking, Ragnar Lofbrok, and his sons. Pretty violent and pagan, a far cry from how I live and maybe even what I should be watching.
I know Ragnar is the focus of the story but I so love Ragnars’s wife, Lagertha, a shield maid, worth her weight in gold, I’d say (at least how she is portrayed on the TV). Fearless, capable, hardworking, a little more than scary, faithful, honest, tough, not afraid to speak up, smart, a protective mother and the kind of wife only a strong, capable man would truly appreciate.
I smile when I see her do many things I would do or have done and I have started to think better of myself. If I can admire those things in her I can forgive myself for some of the things people don’t like about me.
Although it’s my cowboy who knows he’s a descendant of Ragnar I can’t can’t help but wonder why I feel such a kinship to a Viking Sheildmaid.
They can be so odd, dreams can. Remembered, not rememberanced, delicious or terrifying, and some explain things, events, past and present and sometimes future.
Like Israel’s boy, Joseph, who was sold into Egypt I have dreamed dreams in times past and been given very specific interpretation of them. I’ve learned to pay attention to my dreams.
Today’s dream: I’m in the passengers seat, my cowboy driving, in the dark down a mountain hiway. The road turns sharply left and too late I see that we are headed over the cliff. The car sails out over the edge and begins to fall.
It is strangely quite, peaceful even. I can feel my breath stop and my stomach rise. Time slows immeasurably. I know when we hit the bottom we will die and I wait for it and we fall for ever so long. Before our cars crashes at the bottom I wake up, feeling almost cheated.
I think this is where I am. I have irreversibly driven out over the cliff and just not hit the bottom yet. It’s an odd place to be-between no longer and not yet.
Or in my case, some prairie, I know exactly where. Instead I’m waiting at the cancer centre to talk to my oncologist (that I tenderly refer to as the shark) after missing 3 appointments. Not a good day.
Wish I was here instead.
Don’t you love spring? Soon we’ll have leaves. Yay!!!
So Cancer is pretty much a just a big *%#}+!!! lump that sucks the life out of you. At least that’s how I feel about it today. I have seen the blessings in the whole experience previously but to day it’s just a big life-sucking lump.
Have you ever noticed how some people have a lot in common with cancer? Kind of like life-sucking lumps, and worse than that, some are attatched to you in such a way that they can’t be removed.
Guess I’m just not in a good place this morning having slept in and missed an important test. My own fault. “If is to be, it’s up to me.”
But at least I kind of have my own robin. He seems to like this tree right outside my window.
I’m not sure I’ve mentioned this before but I count myself mightily blessed to be a woman.
I didn’t think so when I was a little girl who, back then, couldn’t go to Cubs cause that was just for boys. And it was immodest to tree climb or swing to high in a dress, among other things. I thought I was awefully hard done by having to be a girl. I hadn’t really changed my mind till I met and married a certain cowboy.
It does seem like I, or any woman should feel priveledged to be a woman, what with going through periods, childbirth, and menopause. None of them without a pretty big downside. But as I have learned they are necessities in our partnership with God to bring precious sons and daughters into the world. In the end they are a small price to pay for the opportunity to be a mother. I love being a mom. Also not without its heartaches but again, so worth it.
Today I’m thinking about something else, the privilege of associating with other women. I stand in awe of so many whose courage and kindness astound me. Their examples comfort and inspire.
It is my greatest sadness that so many are treated so badly.
Meet Yeonmi Park
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Such a brave young women. I pray daily for women in the world who face terror and abuse everyday of their lives.