Elements and Directions
In the beginning, before the beginning, the Goddess desired and whispered her wish. The breath of the Goddess fueled the tiny spark of desire and the tiny spark became a roaring flame. As the flame grew the breath of the Goddess grew into a great wind of thought. The Goddess saw all that had manifested from her tiny spark of desire and cried great tears of joy. The ashes from the raging inferno of thought and desire fell into the great sea of tears and they became clay. Unbeknownst to the Goddess, from the clay the God emerged.
The God wished to pursue and in the wishing desired to know his bearings within the blackness of the great void. He gazed in the direction of the great flame of his beginning and saw it shining. He spoke. “Shining of the great flame of the beginning, I name you so my children may call upon you for guidance. I name you Aust.”
He gazed in the opposite direction of the great flame and felt the wind fueling the great flame. He saw that the light of the great flame barely reached the home of the wind and it was not dark but it was not light either. It was betwixt. He saw that the great wind could be the end of the flame if it so chose. He saw that in the betwixt the wind could fuel the flame if it so chose. He saw that in the betwixt there was magic. He spoke. “Betwixt home of the wind, I name you so my children may call upon you for guidance. I name you Vestr.”
He looked down and saw a blinding light as the shining of the flame reflected off a great sea, protecting–hiding all beneath it. He saw that the water concentrated the light from the Aust and nourished the seeds protected and hidden in the land below its surface. And there was growth. And he saw the winds of Vestr blow across the great sea to fuel the flame of the Aust. And in the wind of Vestr, the growth became strong. He spoke. “Great sea that turns the flame of Aust and the winds of Vestr into strong growth, I name you so my children may call upon you for guidance. I name you Suðr.”
He looked up and saw that a mound of earth emerged out of the hiding of the great sea. No light from the flame, nor its reflection could reach the top of the mound. The God saw that without the light of the flame it was cold and dark. But upon the cold dark ground lay an abundant harvest. What started from the seeds born of the flame of desire, had grown in the protective water of the great sea of Suðr, and had matured to sweet ripeness in the fading light of the wind of Vestr. And he saw that by doing nothing, which he was not accustomed, the seeds from the harvest found their way into the fertile ground. He spoke. “Cold, frozen tundra, keeper of the harvest and the do-nothing time, I name you so my children may call upon you for guidance. I name you Norðr”.
And so it was that the four sacred elements came to be also the four sacred directions. Forever entwined, forever inseparable.