Well, it’s nearly that time again… The Viking Queen feels the call of the far North, as the Gods of fertility and regrowth throughout our ancestral lands end its Winter slumber. We can sleep no more, we must embrace life in all its glory!
‘She senses the call of her marine domain, for now is time for the helm again!’
My flirtation with Liverpool is ending like an affair between a sailor and her bawdy, rough, and yet true lover; for this city has courted me well these past few months! She has been a healer too, aware of my need to feel the sea close at all time, for what else is there for me? This honest, true, harsh and yet compassionate element that cleans out all that is false, replacing it with a mirror of one’s true self; one that has nowhere to hide.
The mighty River Mersey has been a hugely important part of Liverpool’s growth, decline and then rebirth, since the destruction of the old working class by Mrs Thatcher and her Tory party. The city descended into hell during the Toxteth riots and almost ground to a halt, being a constant thorn in the side of the London Government’s attempts to destroy the Unions and beat the North into submission. And so it came to pass, that from the ashes, the city they couldn’t defeat has grown into a new, modern and vibrant place packed with the irrepressible strength and humour of its Scouse natives. Liverpool oozes sincerity coupled with an unrivalled hospitality so sadly lacking in the cruel, harsh money-driven shell of London, once so proud itself.
Soon, my travels will take me to visit my friend Rose in the south of Germany where I will be introduced to the ‘Hall of the Mountain King’ so far away it is from the Sea! Nevertheless, that wonderful country too has its proud Heathen ancestry long before the arrival of middle eastern religions. Our Old Gods once graced the hearths of homes from the Alps to the Steppes of Russia, only to be removed from our consciousness by the state and the church of Rome. But they live still within many of us and their teachings preserved in folk tales such as the Brothers’ Grimm and the Poetic Edda of the Norse lands. Who knows, maybe there is a greater need for them now than at any time before, to bring us back into harmony with the land and respect for the elements that have been abused by the imperialistic, colonialism of Western so-called ‘democracy’.
Hopefully, Germany will provide me with more wonderful insights into Spring and her rebirth, with new friends who want also an end to the insanity of Globalisation and a return to ‘small is beautiful’. For me, it is now the ‘Leaving of Liverpool’ and much gratitude to all the lovely folk who have made me welcome.