Kindreds

By Harvala Heathor Clinkenbeard

Something I'd like to talk about today is kindreds, how important they are to have, to be part of, and to keep alive.

Every single member plays a role. Some teach, some organize, some cook, some bring laughter, some quietly help behind the scenes… but one of the simplest and most important things every member can do is respond to an invitation or RSVP to an event. That one small act means more than most people realize. It helps those organizing blóts, moots, and gatherings know how to prepare, how much food to bring, and what to expect. It also lets them know they're not standing alone.

Having led a kindred for as long as I have, I've been through it all. We've had a rowdy kindred, a sober kindred, times when it was mostly men, and now we're blessed with many families and children. A kindred changes over the years, just like the people within it. Seasons come and go, and every season has something to teach us.

One of the greatest lessons I've learned is to adapt.

I hold events with no expectations and try not to take anything personally. If people don't show up, that's okay. I've learned to choose places where, if I ended up alone, I would still enjoy being there. It could be somewhere I can hike, meditate, sit quietly, or simply enjoy a meal. The journey is still worthwhile.

I also know it's a huge step for someone to walk into a kindred for the very first time. For many, it's the beginning of a spiritual journey. It can be intimidating. Because of that, I try to give people grace.

I never miss a blót. Holding blóts is just as important for me as it is for those who attend. It keeps me connected to the Gods, to my ancestors, and to the path I've chosen to walk. If one person comes, wonderful. If twenty come, wonderful. The offering is still made.

Meeting regularly has been one of the greatest gifts our kindred has received. Those gatherings have created friendships that feel like family. They have strengthened our bonds in ways I never imagined. By the time our next moot comes around, I'm ready for it. I miss everyone. There is something deeply healing about spending time with people who understand your path without explanation.

It's food for the soul. We recharge not only through the Gods and Goddesses, but through one another. We watch children grow up. We celebrate births, weddings, accomplishments, and milestones. We help carry each other through loss and hardship. We laugh together, learn together, and continue building something that will outlive all of us.

There truly is no better feeling. So this is my encouragement to all of you.

Gather more, help more, reach out more, and show up when you can. Make the effort. 

Become part of something bigger than yourself.

Build a community that is there for one another, not just during celebrations, but through all of life's seasons.

Do it for yourself.
Do it for your family.
Do it for those who will come after us.

That is how traditions survive, how kindreds become family and why we are here.