Týr/Tiw is the Heathen god of justice, law, oathes, victory (especially in battle), the Thing (a traditional legal assembly).
The Skálskaparmál names him as the son of Odin, but in Hymiskviđa Týr is called the son of the jötunn Hymir.
Týr was the only one of the Æsir brave enough to approach and feed Loki’s son Fenrir, and the one who sacrificed his hand during the Binding of Fenrir.
The name Týr derives from the proto Indo-European word *deywós, meaning “god” and coming from the root *dyew, meaning “celestial” or “sky.” This suggests an ancient association between Týr and dominion of the sky, which now seems to have been lost.
I don’t have much experience with Týr, but in my understanding, he is a fierce and compassionate god. He is not afraid to do what is right and will fight for those who have been wronged or dealt injustice. There’s a solemness about him, and he keeps his promises, even if they cost him dearly.
Offerings to Týr may include:
wolf scultpure or pendant
beef or ox meat
handmade sword or personalized sword / sword shaped object
one glove
bread, especially if torn in half
coffee
One may decorate an altar to Týr with war, justice, or Fenrir iconography; blue, purple, or white ribbons/buttons/cloths; a daggar or small sword; the rune Tiwaz (ᛏ); symbols of law; candles and incense; an offering plate and cup; ruby, tiger eye, carnelian, or pyrite.
Devotional acts to Týr may include service for your kin or community, compromise and teamwork, accepting responsibility for your actions that have harmed others, assist and humanize those with disabilities, donations or volunteer work at wildlife preserves or animal shelters (especially those that house or rehabilitate wolves), commit to overcoming obstacles/hurdles, and living with a sense of justice and courage to fight for those who have been wronged.
Spellwork calling on Týr could specialize in victory over enemies, overcoming obstacles, due process/justice served, courage, strength, or shadow work.
Hail Týr!
(images credits: top left - pinterest, top right - Kevin Cain, bottom - GildedAshes on DeviantArt)
Goldie Black
What if she was tired? Did it matter? She spent all her cash on ludicrous items. That sparkly bag caught her eye.
I knew better than She. I knew She was supposed to be working and saving up. I tried to tell her that Real Cowboys worked hard and long each and everyday.
No day Off.
Did she understand it? She kept seeing the present problem instead of a future where there were healthy Copes.
The Wrong Copes came on our ranch and spent the most time digging up dry soil.
They were looking for Gold.
Goldie was such a beautiful bright spirit! Boy, She could light up an entire room with her smile. She didn’t know her worth, so She often gave herself to people who didn’t deserve it. Wanting was her worst problem. I sat in my big rocking chair and pointed at her once. She was deep in the ground, where no one could see her. She was not aware of how valuable she was.
She popped up for a hundred different Copes. Those Copes came west for her and her only.
She felt special. And when She felt special, She gave up all she had for the Copes.
Jack Marshall was a Cope that caught her eye. He was ambitious but simple. Goldie loved his smile, but She wanted to love him more. She gave up a tiny bit of what She had saved up. Just so he could have a shiny gold tooth in his wonderful and bright smile. Once he found it, He praised the Copes, instead of her.
He was full and sufficient with her Bounty.
He praised the world instead of her shiny material. Once he got that small Bounty, he ran all the way home to Minnesota. He left her and didn’t even thank her.
She didn’t know he died on the route home. She felt useless and used and each time she gave up her Gold, she became more and more restless. She’d get up in the middle of the night and walk out to our Valley of Hydrangeas.
Sleep running.
Jack spent his gold on his Lady. Whatever she wanted, she could have. He said that he’d come back west for her. But he never did. Neither his Lady, or Goldie saw him ever again. They both felt so wronged. Goldie felt her pain. But she didn’t feel anything for Goldie.
Lady had Bad Copes. She went out into the city late at night and tried her best to get put in a Cell with the Copes. The cells were dark and empty with no type of radiation she could feel. She was never radiant, she was just loud. Eventually the Copes killed her because she wasn’t giving her body up enough.
Eden Territory was one of the worst Copes of them all. They trashed each spot and left it raided. Eden was malicious and indignant. He passed around women like they had no worth. He found the most of Goldie. No one dared to stand up to them. His wealth was immense and growing.
Until they met Goldie.
Until Goldie changed them.
Goldie always had that special power. The power of change.
I didn’t need another. I enjoyed my time just right by myself on the ranch with nobody around. Just me and Sam roundin up cattle all day made me happy ‘cause it was dependable. Why, I pray to Your God every night hoping you didn’t come by the ranch, soaked and sniffly. I pray that cyclone didn’t hit west territory and run y’all out and leave you restless. I pray that I wouldn’t stare into your eyes for a little bit too long while I gave you clean clothes to wear. Prayin’ you didn’t love me back. Prayin you didn’t pay me any attention. But you did and you blushed when I called you my Little Lady.
You stayed on the ranch, helpin’ with cattle for a while too. You showed me books and other things to worry about than the cows. Talked about our duty as people on this earth. In the heart of the west. The American frontier. You made me wish for something more in life.
Between day and night, Ken, I remember you asked me to touch you softly. You wanted me to hold you in the midst of that gray sky. Before the sun rises and after the dark has gone. You said you had rough lovers in the past and none of em loved you like you wanted. That I’d give it to you. That I could be the one to treat you better.
Prayed I didn’t believe you. Cause I treated you the best. Until I didn’t. Pa always asked why I ran out on the best things that came my way. Told him ‘cause Ma did the same. It’s in my blood. Can’t break it for chrissakes and I wish I could hold you tighter. I hate that I aint ever wished till I met you. I never yearned or longed for love until you came along.
