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#North Swedish knitting girl in a forest
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Johan Tirén (Swedish, 1853 - 1911) North Swedish knitting girl in a forest, 1886
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skogsnympf · 6 years
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↟ forebears, bring me back home! Show me where I belong, show me my heritage! ↟
When I was younger, I tried so hard to find my place. “Changed” my religion so often, only to always come back to my pagan soul and beliefs. It’s within me! ↟ Allmother and Allfather, sun and moon, water and wind were always by my side and within. ↟
I didn’t grew up with traditions or heritage.
I didn’t grew up with culture.
I didn’t grew up, as the small farming fishing girl I was supposed to be, knitting carpets and singing folksongs - or wasn’t I supposed to be? (Or was it, because Germans are scared of being German?)
My heart always belonged somewhere else.
The voice inside me always told me where I belong.
I heard skalds singing from up north and one day I understood where I belong and who I am.
My heart belongs to Sweden. Up in the north. I am Swedish, I know that within. Even now where I live in Sweden, the skalds still sing from up above. From deep woods, out of the animals that surround us. From the wind that blows through the trees and makes them sing along.
↟ I am a child of moon.
↟ I am a child of forest.
↟ I am a child of water.
↟ And I am a child of north, of my forebears.
They are within me.
What’s my name?
I feel the power within me. And I know who I am supposed to be. Not the name I was given. But Seidkona. Herbal mother. Tradition keeper and life bringer. I am a woman and I’m sacred. I’m alive and I love life.
I’m disconnected. I’m lost. I’m scared, that the last bits of Sweden disappear. Sweden to the Swedes. Germany to the Germans. Motherland to the children!
Your forebears are within you, just like your roots... set yourself free from being unhuman...
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