It was a year of extremes.�� I experienced pure bliss as well as soul-shattering loss.�� So I spent the end of 2014 and the first chunk of 2015 on my ancestral isles, mourning, feeling, being, surrounded by beauty and purity, far from the wickedness in the world.�� There, strange forces held me together when my whole being was falling apart.�� Perhaps it was the Fae magick of my clan.�� Maybe it was my own inner strength, heightened by connection to Viking roots.�� It might have been a combin...