"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Riverside Park


Riverside Park in Victoria, Texas is not exactly an inviting place, so when I came across this little anecdote over at Ghosts Of America, I felt a little chill down my spine:

"My friend Brianna was at Riverside Park with her cousin Mary by the kayaking trail on the Guadalupe River. They were away from their family whom were in the parking lot above. Brianna, who was not a strong believer in the supernatural, was down on the bank looking for animals on the other side.

Mary stayed on the cliff, she was very scared. All of a sudden there was a loud screaming coming from down the Riverbank. Brianna quickly looked to see what was wrong, it was a young woman who looked no older than Brianna who was 16.


She appeared to be drowning, so Brianna decided to go help but when she got there the woman was gone. There was no sign of anyone but the word RUN spelled in the sand."

Sounds just like the kind of tales we used to whisper in the girls' bathroom at school. And knowing Riverside park, it's not so hard to believe.

Whenever we spent time there, I always had the urge to keep looking over my shoulder. At the same time, I was always afraid of what I might see.

It's that kind of place.


photo source: pinterest

Divination By Cake

For our New Year's feast, inspired by this post over at Patheos, we made these delicious rune cakes. Soul cakes, really, with runes etched on.
We all chose one without looking, with the understanding that if we didn't like our choice, we could try again. As it happened though, we all picked a lucky rune first time around.

Tyr came out a little burnt, but since that's a bit war-like for my taste, it wasn't too much of a problem. Happily, I ended up with Wunjo instead.