Hatter Gone Mad+FollowWhen a bird crossed the sky, it was not a spectacle. It was a pause. A moment to notice what was already moving within you. Some wings carried memory. Some carried warning. Some simply reminded you to endure, to adapt, to remain. Meaning was not assigned. It was felt. The Norse did not demand answers from the sky. They watched, remembered, and adjusted their steps accordingly. Wisdom, after all, begins with listening. #NordicDaughter #OldWays #MythAndMeaning30Share
