Kira Hagen
@kirahagen.bsky.social
Photographer, digital artist, author of "Strangeling". American in Germany, recovering from long covid, unrepentant geek.
I've been referred for allergy tests... Will see if that doctor can check. Haven't had any sinus issues beyond excessive dryness all winter, though.
March 31, 2025 at 3:48 PM
I've been referred for allergy tests... Will see if that doctor can check. Haven't had any sinus issues beyond excessive dryness all winter, though.
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Nicotine patches largely cleared up my long covid POTS when I first used them, and it's a vaso constrictor. 4 reinfections later I'm having trouble again, but with a kid it's really hard to avoid.
December 11, 2024 at 7:22 AM
Nicotine patches largely cleared up my long covid POTS when I first used them, and it's a vaso constrictor. 4 reinfections later I'm having trouble again, but with a kid it's really hard to avoid.
Unfortunately, this is a difficult concept for Germans, and he's in a German school.
December 6, 2024 at 11:04 PM
Unfortunately, this is a difficult concept for Germans, and he's in a German school.
But, you know, boundaries are important, and Mother Night values Hers.
If the dark starts snarling, back away.
Originally posted on Threads. /17
If the dark starts snarling, back away.
Originally posted on Threads. /17
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
But, you know, boundaries are important, and Mother Night values Hers.
If the dark starts snarling, back away.
Originally posted on Threads. /17
If the dark starts snarling, back away.
Originally posted on Threads. /17
But our megalith-building ancestors built tombs shaped like wombs for a reason. The dark is Mother Night, from which all light and life is born, be it from an egg, a uterus, or a nebula.
It's okay to sit with her, to embrace silence, and let the darkness just be. /16
It's okay to sit with her, to embrace silence, and let the darkness just be. /16
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
But our megalith-building ancestors built tombs shaped like wombs for a reason. The dark is Mother Night, from which all light and life is born, be it from an egg, a uterus, or a nebula.
It's okay to sit with her, to embrace silence, and let the darkness just be. /16
It's okay to sit with her, to embrace silence, and let the darkness just be. /16
A lot of people are posting about not feeling the holidays, that the darkness is deeper this year. It is. Most of us are mourning a terrible loss of hope, and nothing dies as hard as that. /15
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
A lot of people are posting about not feeling the holidays, that the darkness is deeper this year. It is. Most of us are mourning a terrible loss of hope, and nothing dies as hard as that. /15
I called and Old Wild Night answered. Not in a friendly way, but certainly in an ancient and true one. I didn't call the old dark out of its place - I went to the edge and honored it where it was, because a witch should not be afraid to walk into the night. /14
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
I called and Old Wild Night answered. Not in a friendly way, but certainly in an ancient and true one. I didn't call the old dark out of its place - I went to the edge and honored it where it was, because a witch should not be afraid to walk into the night. /14
I don't know if it was coyotes out there or something else, just that there was a pack and they started flanking me.
It doesn't matter. /13
It doesn't matter. /13
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
I don't know if it was coyotes out there or something else, just that there was a pack and they started flanking me.
It doesn't matter. /13
It doesn't matter. /13
The hair stood up on the back of my neck.
I did not turn my back, and I did not run. I made a hasty and respectful retreat walking backwards. Quickly. Straight past the fire's embers and small flames back to the house.
Incidentally, no one there had a white cloak; I asked. /12
I did not turn my back, and I did not run. I made a hasty and respectful retreat walking backwards. Quickly. Straight past the fire's embers and small flames back to the house.
Incidentally, no one there had a white cloak; I asked. /12
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
The hair stood up on the back of my neck.
I did not turn my back, and I did not run. I made a hasty and respectful retreat walking backwards. Quickly. Straight past the fire's embers and small flames back to the house.
Incidentally, no one there had a white cloak; I asked. /12
I did not turn my back, and I did not run. I made a hasty and respectful retreat walking backwards. Quickly. Straight past the fire's embers and small flames back to the house.
Incidentally, no one there had a white cloak; I asked. /12
It seemed like an invitation to address the neglected old powers out there, so I walked to the edge of the firelight and toasted Them, pouring out half my beer into the snow.
And something growled back. Leaves rustled ahead and to both sides of me, about 15 feet away. /11
And something growled back. Leaves rustled ahead and to both sides of me, about 15 feet away. /11
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
It seemed like an invitation to address the neglected old powers out there, so I walked to the edge of the firelight and toasted Them, pouring out half my beer into the snow.
And something growled back. Leaves rustled ahead and to both sides of me, about 15 feet away. /11
And something growled back. Leaves rustled ahead and to both sides of me, about 15 feet away. /11
There was only one path shoveled back to the house, and footsteps in snow are loud. But these things happen, you know; it's hardly the first time one of the Other Crowd has stopped by. /10
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
There was only one path shoveled back to the house, and footsteps in snow are loud. But these things happen, you know; it's hardly the first time one of the Other Crowd has stopped by. /10
I went to grab a beer from the snowbank or something... and saw someone in a lovely white cloak alone by the fire. Heavy blanket wool with a big hood, simple but beautiful. Hadn't seen it earlier, but the women liked showing off fiber arts so maybe it had come out after the ritual. /9
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
I went to grab a beer from the snowbank or something... and saw someone in a lovely white cloak alone by the fire. Heavy blanket wool with a big hood, simple but beautiful. Hadn't seen it earlier, but the women liked showing off fiber arts so maybe it had come out after the ritual. /9
But no one had honored the night beyond the firelight, and it bothered me. I prefer to address the land spirits before calling sacred space, but that wasn't in that group's practice. /8
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
But no one had honored the night beyond the firelight, and it bothered me. I prefer to address the land spirits before calling sacred space, but that wasn't in that group's practice. /8
So the blót and sumble, that night in 2004, were about what you'd expect, toasts and boasts and horns raised to the more-or-less respectable gods. We did three rounds and went inside to eat wild game and lutefisk and drink too much. /7
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
So the blót and sumble, that night in 2004, were about what you'd expect, toasts and boasts and horns raised to the more-or-less respectable gods. We did three rounds and went inside to eat wild game and lutefisk and drink too much. /7
And it was under a snow-bright full moon, in three foot deep snow at the end of an undeveloped dead-end road, that I first pledged myself as a pagan. I went alone into the night at 14 years old and let it change me.
Because that's what initiation is. /6
Because that's what initiation is. /6
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
And it was under a snow-bright full moon, in three foot deep snow at the end of an undeveloped dead-end road, that I first pledged myself as a pagan. I went alone into the night at 14 years old and let it change me.
Because that's what initiation is. /6
Because that's what initiation is. /6
But the dark is beautiful too. A science teacher in 8th grade pointed out how bright the moon and stars are on the snow, and how incredible it was to drive without headlights under a full moon during the dark weeks (through farmland on tiny roads, also he was daft). /5
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
But the dark is beautiful too. A science teacher in 8th grade pointed out how bright the moon and stars are on the snow, and how incredible it was to drive without headlights under a full moon during the dark weeks (through farmland on tiny roads, also he was daft). /5
People largely celebrate the dark nights of Yuletide indoors. We light up everything and huddle together and get racously loud, anything to keep the dark out. /4
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
People largely celebrate the dark nights of Yuletide indoors. We light up everything and huddle together and get racously loud, anything to keep the dark out. /4
One person talked about their wife's friend stopping by a Yule blót once, showing up after the main ritual had cleansed and consecrated the fire space.
They put a blade to her neck and checked for a pulse before letting her in. Things walk in the old dark, doncha know. /3
They put a blade to her neck and checked for a pulse before letting her in. Things walk in the old dark, doncha know. /3
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
One person talked about their wife's friend stopping by a Yule blót once, showing up after the main ritual had cleansed and consecrated the fire space.
They put a blade to her neck and checked for a pulse before letting her in. Things walk in the old dark, doncha know. /3
They put a blade to her neck and checked for a pulse before letting her in. Things walk in the old dark, doncha know. /3
I'm not into the vibe of American Heathenism, it was mostly my husband's thing, but they do respect the wild powers... and were usually willing to write of my outspokeness as seiðr-touched. /2
December 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM
I'm not into the vibe of American Heathenism, it was mostly my husband's thing, but they do respect the wild powers... and were usually willing to write of my outspokeness as seiðr-touched. /2