yet another week of blessings, Friday

Our names for the days of the week,
are taken from the pages of Teutonic mythology
from the names of pagan gods and goddesses.

Today’s name comes from the goddess Frigg,
whose very name is derived from roots
that go back to the words “beloved,” “wife” and “love.”
Goddess of love, beauty, sex, marriage, and family.
Wife of Odin, queen of Asgard—
said to have the gift of prophecy,
but she doesn’t tell anyone what she sees,
and can’t change what she sees—
though not for lack of trying?
She is also, after all, a sky goddess—
weaver of clouds and of fates—
a peace weaver.

Perhaps best known as mother of Baldr and Höðr:
Baldr, god of light, beloved of the gods—
wisest, fairest of them all.
Hated therefore by Loki, of course.
Höðr, blind god of darkness.
Baldr, as the story goes,
had dreams of his death (as did his mother, prophet that she was).
As the death of Baldr was known among the gods
as the first event in a sequence of events
leading to Ragnarok, they were worried.
Out of love and concern, Frigg took oaths from all that was—
all diseases, all elements,
all poisons, objects, and living creatures
that none of them would harm Baldr.

In his invincibility, Baldr stood before the gods
who took pleasure in throwing things at him—
hitting him—shooting him.
Nothing harmed him.

Loki, shapeshifter, disguised as an old woman
tricked Frigg into revealing that she had taken no oath
from a young stand of mistletoe,
and Loki shaped of the mistletoe a missile—
gave it to Höðr to play the game,
and Baldr’s blind brother killed him.

Frigg sent emissaries to Hel
to ask for the release of Baldr
and was told if everyone—all things—would weep for him,
he could return.
Of all creation, one giantess (Loki in disguise) did not.

As the story is told, both Baldr and Höðr
will be reborn after the day of Ragnarok
to rule a new creation with the sons of Thor.

Frigg’s day, today.
So remember, today,
the blessing of those who love in spite of the risk—
the known risk.
Remember the blessing of protective efforts
even when ultimately in vain,
the blessing of those who work
to weave peace out of the fates,
and who, in all their power, are still best known,
as someone who loved.


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