As inspired by Raven Stark’s Song of the Seiðstafr , a little bit about my Spirit Staff. I’ve always been a lover of walking sticks and staffs, more so than any other kind of tool. When I was younger, I had a walking stick that was my faithful woods exploring companion, and once a life saver against a timber rattler. I was heart broken when my mom burned it without asking me. Even though she knew it was my walking stick that I had for years, if something didn’t hold meaning to her it was worthless. That being said, I do have my trusty walking stick in the astral. Over the years, I’ve collected many—found and bought—staffs. I have a found one for Baba Yaga and a nice blue one made by a local crafter. Its not dedicated to anyone but has strong Óðinn and Great Blue Heron vibes (this particular bird I strongly associate with the liminal Gaulish Garanis Crane and with the Norse Frigg). I also consider my cane as a healing and support tool, adorned with cute stickers and symbols. Years...