Mist: She Who Rides the Fog

In the Grímnismál and other Valkyrie lists, we find the name Mist (Mistr) “mist, fog, or cloud.” Unlike some Valkyries who are described in action, Mist is remembered only by her name, yet that name carries power. Fog obscures vision, blurs the line between worlds, and softens the battlefield until the truth of what lies ahead is uncertain.

From the lore, Mist belongs to that host of Valkyries who move between Midgard and Asgard, riding through liminal spaces. Her presence suggests concealment, veiling, and the mystery of what has not yet been revealed.

In the language of myth, fog is never just weather, it is a threshold state. Mist rises from water, from earth, from the clash of heat and cold. It conceals the seen world and opens the senses to what is hidden. When Mist rides, we are asked to look not with our eyes but with our inner sight, to trust in the knowing that lies beyond appearances.

Just as Skuld holds what must become, Mist holds what is yet unseen. She is the pause before clarity - the obscuring shadow before revelation.

Mist teaches us the medicine of uncertainty and trust. In times of fog, inner or outer, we cannot rely on the familiar path. Instead, we learn to feel the currents of Vril, the life force beneath the surface.

Mist heals by slowing us down, asking us to be present, to listen, to allow what is hidden to surface in its own time. She holds the space of the eclipse, when the light is covered but not destroyed, when we are suspended between what was and what will be.

This week we ask ourselves:

What truth has been hidden that I am now ready to see?

What illusions must dissolve in order for me to step forward?

How can I sit in the fog without fear, trusting that clarity will return?

Mist is a reminder that sight alone does not hold the whole truth. In energy work, Mist calls us to awaken other senses: the heart, the intuition, the ability to listen to our body. Through her, the Valkyrie path reveals itself not only as one of battle but of deep perception and unveiling, as she sharpens our other ways of seeing. She teaches that what is hidden is not lost, only waiting for the right moment to be revealed.

She whispers: “Do not fear the fog. Walk with me in the unknowing, and I will show you the truth when you are ready to see.”

By Harvala Heathor