A client broke the handle on my mora knife and I replaced it with a sheep(or pronghorn antelope?) tibia. Then made a backseam sheath from bison leather.
It became a altar/ceremonial piece because I messed up the balance when I did the handle. It came to me second-hand years ago, this is important in my view as I believe items gain spiritual 'weight' through meaningful use.

Yesterday's attempt at forging a weird shaped knife out of a ball bearing.

My attempts at knife making last summer.

A small ritual on one of our outside altars (I love bones and Dansk Mjød if you can't tell), officiating an oath ring for members to swear over in the sacred space. The knife was placed to represent us cutting and spilling blood, into a bowl that was filled with a strawberry mead, that the oath ring was dipped into and then laid upon the small rock cairn.

I feel this might the place I can share something I wrote.

I am a third-generation Danish Australian, and although my family has faced struggles here, it has created a unique story. I am continuously inspired by my heritage and culture, which play a significant role in shaping my identity. With a lifelong love for music and history, I wrote these lyrics inspired by an Icelandic lullaby from the 19th century. This work is still in progress, but I imagine explaining to my ancestors where I am in my creative process.

It combines elements from Australia and the Nordic journey, including accounts of arriving here (such as the tale of a Norwegian who was stranded off the coast of Western Australia a century ago, bravely swam to shore, battled a shark with a knife, and lived to tell the tale... then returned to Norway.



forbindelse

Hush
Sleep now child
We are far away from the cracking
Ice
We are now in a place of warmth
And bounty

We live now closer to where’s surtur rests
And the fire giant crack the soils

We long for our home in the north
But are blessed and cursed with our new home land.

Days are hot and the sun blisters our fair skin
Life is not without hardship

Happy are we to be near the sea
But dangers lurk beneath

Be happy and healthy
But always wary

Never forget where you are from and those who came before you

this land isn’t out of thor’s reach
His mighty hammer can still be heard …

Spring steel, brass, leather, oak and bog oak. I'm on fire , baby!
#viking #handmade #handforged #historical #knife #seax #trollcave

Viking age folders
#viking #knife #weapon #replica #handmade #forged #brass #11century