My heathenry vacillates between Crunchy Nature Mysticism and Free Religion for a Free and Independent People. Sven and I are happy to say we’ve begun the process of reconciling both.
This past weekend, we took possession of a four-acre hacienda in the Arizona desert. For the time being we have to split time between California and there. We bought the hacienda from an older couple who were moving to Florida. The husband openly admitted being pagan and the wife was wearing an “Orthodox Druid” t-shirt when we arrived on Saturday. They were finishing up the cleaning.
We had a barbecue so the neighbours could say goodbye to them and meet us. All the houses are on big plots of land; our four acres is typical. This means we’re within eyesight of other houses, but getting to one involves some effort because all the roads are dirt. Norse homes would have been further apart, but we still have a harsh climate to contend with to reach them. The Norse grappled with winter and short growing seasons. We will have to flourish in extreme heat and aridity. As with most peoples who live in harsh climates, the neighbours are very friendly. I’ve already been told I can get my first chickens from a family who have a large flock.
Here’s what is on the land currently. The house has porches on four sides, including a screen-enclosed one (called an Arizona room). There are desert climbing roses. There’s a fountain in the back which Sven is “meh” about, but apparently the local birds adore it. There are enormous outbuildings that only need ventilation and climate control to be breweries. There is an olive tree, an orange tree, a grapefruit tree and a pecan tree. D., the wife of Sven’s friend Karl, and I have many plans for those pecans. My own eggs plus my own pecans equals the best pecan pie ever baked.
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Besides chickens, the plan includes goats and gardens of heritage vegetables. More on that in another column.
Our hacienda is also our temple. We’re very keen on honouring the local nisse, and with those trees we have many. I poured wine to all of the trees on the property and Sven introduced himself. There is a large playhouse with a bridge leading up to it; Sven and I are in negotiations as to whether it should be a meditation room or a small hof to Odin, Thor, Frey and Loki. The farming itself is a sacred act, and I think we are going to find ourselves invoking Frey, Thor and Sif more than we ever had.
Saturday night found several of us standing on top of an outbuilding, watching a magnificent sunset and then an uncountable number of stars and a perfect view of the new crescent moon. It’s the best, and only going to get better, we think. Hail, and blessed be.