The time I think most clearly, the time I drift away...

Taking my daughter to her friend's birthday party, rail replacement buses afforded me plenty of time to reflect. Gazing out of the window at the Lancashire landscape rolling by, I pondered matters heathen (and a few assorted Viking movies). I think it is easy to underestimate the value of times like those, long journeys or commutes or any other time when I am stuck in one place unable to do anything more useful than letting my mind wander. It is at precisely those kinds of times that I can question or extrapolate upon my beliefs and evolve my heathen path into something bigger, better or just plain different. The lesson I taught myself in the few hours of extra-long travelling this weekend were that I can't rely on the aesir and vanir to change my life, or myself, if I am not willing to effect those changes for myself on a personal level first.