and the Norse will rise again.....

ok, probably not.
not like they used to anyway.

i'm danish. well, i was born in canada, but my bloodline, my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, all the way back in time, are all danish. no one left denmark, apparently, it was a good place to be. so i'm a blue-blood, as it were. a purebred. my ancestors are vikings and royalty. some of them still live in the castles in denmark. the royalty, i'm assuming, not the vikings.
my mother somewhere instilled in me that this meant something. i'm not entirely sure what.

so i've been reading up on norse mythology lately. it interestss me, it's what my people, for lack of better term, believed right up until my great-grandmother. even i've called on odin, when i was once in a fever-induced delirium. i'd like to think he heard me.
i studied greek mythology for years, writing a book including them. and i love greek mythology, it intrigues the hell out of me.
norse mythology, whether it's the way it's written, or what, i'm not sure, but it's proving to be a harder read.

i do believe all the gods that were ever believed in and worshipped, actually existed. whether human or godly or just immortal, i think they're still around. not like the christian god, floating invisible up somewhere in the sky, but real. they're walking around, in cities, in villages, in towns, driving on highways, seeking what they need to survive - worship - from whomever they can.

i have to get a hold of some of these poetry books that entail the stories.

so much for keeping my brain occupied. i need distraction badly, or i think my brain is going to eat itself tonight.
if i never write again, you'll at least have the comfort of knowing why.