Silence as an Alter · Ink & Omens Moon Sanctuary

Jennifer Widerman

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Silence as an Alter

What is buried in silence does not die quietly.

The old ones knew this.

A mind left unspoken becomes its own wound.

Thoughts unshared do not vanish into the void-

they turn inward,

heavy as winter,

slow as rot,

until sorrow learns the shape of the heart.

The Hávamál warns against reckless words,

but hidden beneath that warning

is another truth:

to have no safe place for your honesty

is its own kind of suffering.

So guard your tongue with wisdom,

but do not make a tomb of your spirit.

Find the one who can hold your whole mind

without fear.

Without flinching.

Without asking you to become smaller

to be loved.

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Some truths were never meant to rot in silence.

The old Norse understood this well: what is swallowed whole does not disappear -it settles into the bones, ferments in the dark, and begins its quiet undoing of the heart.

The Hávamál warns us, again and again, to be mindful with the tongue, for words spoken without wisdom can wound as deeply as any blade.

But there is another sorrow hidden between those lines: the ache of having no sacred place to lay your thoughts bare. No trusted soul to receive the weight of what lives inside you.

So speak with care.

But do not choose silence as your altar.

Find the one who can hold your truth without flinching.

Find the space where your spirit does not have to choke on its own becoming.

From the Hávamál, Stanza 95

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