Emphatically not Wayland.
27. Worst misconception about this deity that you have encountered. I’m not so sure if this is a misconception specific to Wayland, but in general amongst Heathens/Asatru, there seems to be this “flavor” to the gods, that they are all loud-boasting, hard-drinking, frat boys.
Not so much for Wayland, at least in my experience. He’s more of a brooder, and speaks rarely unless it’s for a very specific purpose. To say he’s not a chatterbox is a gross understatement. Wayland is also a huge fan of self-discipline and control, so drunkenness? Yeah, not so much.
Wayland is also not just an artisan: he’s a master strategist. He plotted his revenge for years, patiently waiting for the right moment. He definitely knows how to play the long game, and if restraint is called for, then he has it in spades.
Most gods have their dark places. Sometimes apologists attempt to fill those crevasses with concrete, and polish the surface until the myth resembles a marble statue instead of a living deity. Wayland’s myth, for good or ill has resisted that, allowing those of us who work with him still to explore all his qualities, not just the pretty or popular ones.
26. How has your relationship with this deity changed over time? I fear this will be another rather dull post. My interactions with Wayland have not changed all that much since I first started honoring him back in 2007/2008. We have a pretty consistent flow to our interactions, me offering bits from my crafts, him offering a poke here and a nudge there when he sees something that will make a piece better. It’s a fairly easy, unfashionably informal relationship.
I did ask Wayland once about the possibility of oathing to him. He gently asked, “Why would you oath to your family?” The way our relationship works, he really is my Elder Kin, and any such promise would not only be inappropriate, but insulting. At the time I was quite crushed, but now I see just how perfectly this arrangement suits us both.
25. A time when this deity has refused to help. Despite the hopefully humorous title to this post, I honestly haven’t really gotten a “busy signal” on the Wayland god phone when I’ve asked for help. Of course, I rarely do pester him, and as I mentioned in the last post, most of his guidance/advice to me has been unsolicited. Maybe because I don’t ask him things very often, and because I give offerings to him regardless of whether or not he helped with a project, he’s been willing to lend me a hand when I’ve asked? Who knows…the ways of the gods are many and mysterious indeed.
Boy, hope I’m not tempting wyrd with this post!
24. A time when this deity has helped you. I’m happy to say my health has increased from “walking dead” to “mostly conscious zombie.” Fevers are not conducive to productive blogging, I’ve discovered.
Anyway, this topic can be summed up by the following picture:
Hyperbole and a Half’s infamous Alot.
Wayland has helped me A LOT, not only in my creative pursuits, but with regard to parts of my own healing. Most of the time I don’t seek his aid or advice. He tends to whisper it unbidden, so quietly that I almost miss it. Following his wisdom has led to some interesting projects, and expansion of my skills that I wouldn’t have imagined possible.
I guess the most dramatic demonstration of this came while I was working on a particularly difficult piece of stained glass. He said,
“These broken bits of glass are stronger than a pure sheet can ever be. Stretch the solder across the seam, shape it until it runs a perfect, unbroken line between the shards. That soldering, that connection between each broken piece, that is what healing is.”
So, yeah, like I said. A lot.
23. Your own composition – a piece of writing about or for this deity. This is a piece I wrote back in 2008, when I was having a lot of fun exploring traditional Anglo-Saxon poetry forms. Apologies in advance for any obscure kennings.
The Smith’s Secret
Lame Lord’s toil drives home
Longing for feathers’ song
Hammer in hand, he waits
Holding with tongs bright gold
Welder of wyrd enthralled
Wily crafting most highly
Sheltered souls he’s smelting,
Soldering, this torn god.