Frey's Fields. Deep and even snow. Still not comfortable in His house.

There is a tent. I enter and at first it seems empty. Fire is just embers, but there is signs of life. A pot of meat steams/cooks over it. There are paintings on the wall. Can't tell the images but know they are "primative" there are Herbs and antlers and shells hanging from the beams of the tent. On one side a simple three legged stool. With baskets (of knitting?) Around it. Opposite it is a carpet and cushions. I am "told" to rest on the carpets and cushions. I realize that I am not alone. The tent is full of "Her little spirits" They tell me that She is not yet returned but this is a place where I can rest and heal. That is a safe place for me.

I woke this morning feeling rested and able to face the day. Don't know which "She" it was but grateful for the rest. Left tabaco, apples and Milk'n'honey.

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