Life is too valuable waisting it away only dreaming about the real. Look inside and feel real about what you like to do and go for it - and never stop!
I’m not a natural blonde. Whatsoever. And right now I am blonde. Very blonde. Plus, I like to spend ample time in the sun, saltwater, and even chlorine lately. All this makes me have major cases of myhairfeelslikestrawitus from time to time. No bueno. There’s a bunch of amazing masks you can purchase that help. But I like to try the DIY route. (It saves money and shower space.)
So here’s a recipe I tried out this morning that got two thumbs up.
Hail, Lord of the Sea-Foam, Father of Fishes, Father of Vastness, Brewer of ale in the great cauldron Stolen from the honor-god’s ancestral home. Hail, generous one, host of Aegirheim, Husband of the Robber-Queen, Father of the Nine Waves, Master of Fimafeng and Elrir. Hail to the Lord whose windows Are every foot of ocean’s water. May you look well upon us, You who feed so many of us with your bounty, Even when our foolishness and greed Overstrip you of your treasure, And may you forgive our carelessness With the great cold kingdom that is your realm.
Ran, Seaborne Lady Mother, Protector, Provider, Muse
Hail, Lady of the Northern Seas, Whose hair lies in all the waving weed In all the shoreline waters. In stillness you calm the fury of my soul In darkness you sing me to sleep with your waves In moonlight you dance temptations rival beneath Mani’s beguiling gaze
Hail, wife of Aegir, mother of the Nine, Goddess of the salt waters, Mother of plankton, mother of barracudas, Mother of great and branching coral reefs, Mother of anglerfish and anemones Your power humbles me Your beauty awe’s me Your secrets beckon me Your spirit embraces me
Hail, Lady who challenges us to see That Nature is not under our control, That we are only a small part of the world, And that we must not be too arrogant, That we are flesh and flesh can drown. Dangerous in motion, safety when at peace Your power lies hidden behind cove, harbor and reef Tendrils of magic, like seaweed you wind Siren song to your children you weave, twist and twine. Hail, Lady of ocean’s bounty And ocean’s cold destructiveness, And may we come to appreciate your realm Before you take it from us forever. Your bosom my shelter, my comfort, my grave For all this I praise you, Fair Ran of the waves.
