For my writing date this week I went in search of a bit of Viking magic.
Let me explain. Svein, the villain in my latest story, worships Odin and relies on runes to make decisions. Runes are ancient letters used in the first century AD by the early Germanic people. According to old Norse legends they were used for divination and magic as well. Inscribed on small stones they were interpreted. Think: a crap shoot with life. Centuries have passed, but some people continue the practice. So I thought I would go out an buy myself a set of rune tablets and see if I could “connect” with them, feel the magic, you might say.
In our downtown area we have a metaphysical shop that has a little bit of everything-occult: shelves of tarot cards, crystals, angel books and Wicca supplies. I always feel weird going in, being so ordinary in a world of so-extra-ordinary, a slice of stale white bread in a basket filled with sourdough, rye and gingerbread. But I stepped in, inhaled the incense and scanned the shelves. Soft yoga music played and the shopkeeper nodded her head my way. The stones and crystals drew me and I almost forgot how awkward I felt.
Unfortunately there was only one pouch of runes left. They were handmade on Mudge Island and came with a booklet of interpretations. They were beautiful, but not quite Viking enough. Local clay, local firing and local interpretations not being what I needed, even if they were created by a talented Mudgekin. (And yes, that is what we call them. Vancouver Island nomenclature)
I wandered further into the Mews to get a cup of coffee at Bocca’s, one of my favorite places to visit in this area. It’s medium roast is perfect and the food is awesome, especially for someone like me who has a sweet-tooth.
I sat and enjoyed a blueberry and white chocolate scone with my cup of Joe. The cafe smelled of Italian espresso and fresh baking. Bossa Nova music played over the speakers. Local art hung on the walls. Two groups of women huddled around their tables deep in conversation. A six-year old girl sat with her mom at a table outside enjoying a slice of pie. Sunshine poured through the windows.
I didn’t bring a laptop or even a notebook with me, as I expected to be playing with runes. I spent my time enjoying the scene.
I apologize for being quiet. I’m taking my time getting back into my writing routines after my trip to Vancouver.
Love you guys. I hope you all have a sweet treat in your day.