William Henson
@bhenson787.bsky.social
Author of My Dog Miki 🐶 | Koan riddles 🌀 | Bard on YouTube
Linktr.ee/bhenson787
Linktr.ee/bhenson787
The old Norse didn’t flatten the world with plain words.
They forged meaning.
A sword was a wound-fire.
The sea was a whale-road.
Blood was battle-sweat.
Read more about Kennings in my latest Substack. Link in the comments
They forged meaning.
A sword was a wound-fire.
The sea was a whale-road.
Blood was battle-sweat.
Read more about Kennings in my latest Substack. Link in the comments
December 12, 2025 at 4:30 PM
The old Norse didn’t flatten the world with plain words.
They forged meaning.
A sword was a wound-fire.
The sea was a whale-road.
Blood was battle-sweat.
Read more about Kennings in my latest Substack. Link in the comments
They forged meaning.
A sword was a wound-fire.
The sea was a whale-road.
Blood was battle-sweat.
Read more about Kennings in my latest Substack. Link in the comments
The Celts didn’t ask who you felt like being.
They asked what spirit you carried into the world.
The Stag taught sovereignty and the wild call.
The Boar taught courage and relentless charge.
The Salmon taught wisdom earned through patience.
Totems weren’t symbols.
They were standards.
They asked what spirit you carried into the world.
The Stag taught sovereignty and the wild call.
The Boar taught courage and relentless charge.
The Salmon taught wisdom earned through patience.
Totems weren’t symbols.
They were standards.
December 12, 2025 at 4:05 PM
The Celts didn’t ask who you felt like being.
They asked what spirit you carried into the world.
The Stag taught sovereignty and the wild call.
The Boar taught courage and relentless charge.
The Salmon taught wisdom earned through patience.
Totems weren’t symbols.
They were standards.
They asked what spirit you carried into the world.
The Stag taught sovereignty and the wild call.
The Boar taught courage and relentless charge.
The Salmon taught wisdom earned through patience.
Totems weren’t symbols.
They were standards.
Modern men aren’t lost because they lack strength.
They’re lost because they lack direction.
No rites of passage.
No clear duties.
No standards worth suffering for.
When responsibility disappears,
so does meaning.
They’re lost because they lack direction.
No rites of passage.
No clear duties.
No standards worth suffering for.
When responsibility disappears,
so does meaning.
December 12, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Modern men aren’t lost because they lack strength.
They’re lost because they lack direction.
No rites of passage.
No clear duties.
No standards worth suffering for.
When responsibility disappears,
so does meaning.
They’re lost because they lack direction.
No rites of passage.
No clear duties.
No standards worth suffering for.
When responsibility disappears,
so does meaning.
Empusa didn’t hunt with claws.
She hunted with loneliness.
A beautiful stranger on the road.
A comforting voice in the dark.
Then hunger — revealed too late.
The Greeks understood something we forget:
Some dangers don’t chase you.
They invite you closer.
She hunted with loneliness.
A beautiful stranger on the road.
A comforting voice in the dark.
Then hunger — revealed too late.
The Greeks understood something we forget:
Some dangers don’t chase you.
They invite you closer.
December 12, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Empusa didn’t hunt with claws.
She hunted with loneliness.
A beautiful stranger on the road.
A comforting voice in the dark.
Then hunger — revealed too late.
The Greeks understood something we forget:
Some dangers don’t chase you.
They invite you closer.
She hunted with loneliness.
A beautiful stranger on the road.
A comforting voice in the dark.
Then hunger — revealed too late.
The Greeks understood something we forget:
Some dangers don’t chase you.
They invite you closer.
A name isn’t just what you’re called.
It’s what you’re answerable for.
The Weight of Names — on legacy, reputation, and the quiet cost of being known.
📖 Link in reply
It’s what you’re answerable for.
The Weight of Names — on legacy, reputation, and the quiet cost of being known.
📖 Link in reply
December 10, 2025 at 10:53 PM
A name isn’t just what you’re called.
It’s what you’re answerable for.
The Weight of Names — on legacy, reputation, and the quiet cost of being known.
📖 Link in reply
It’s what you’re answerable for.
The Weight of Names — on legacy, reputation, and the quiet cost of being known.
📖 Link in reply
Beowulf didn’t fight for survival.
He fought because his name was heavier than his fear.
Honor isn’t loud.
It’s weight you carry when no one is watching.
Some men chase glory.
Others accept the burden that makes glory possible.
He fought because his name was heavier than his fear.
Honor isn’t loud.
It’s weight you carry when no one is watching.
Some men chase glory.
Others accept the burden that makes glory possible.
December 8, 2025 at 7:58 PM
Beowulf didn’t fight for survival.
He fought because his name was heavier than his fear.
Honor isn’t loud.
It’s weight you carry when no one is watching.
Some men chase glory.
Others accept the burden that makes glory possible.
He fought because his name was heavier than his fear.
Honor isn’t loud.
It’s weight you carry when no one is watching.
Some men chase glory.
Others accept the burden that makes glory possible.
Power without restraint is noise.
Discipline makes it usable.
Discipline makes it usable.
December 8, 2025 at 12:55 AM
Power without restraint is noise.
Discipline makes it usable.
Discipline makes it usable.
Reposted by William Henson
I've loved seeing the northern lights more in the last year than ever before. #sky
#blueskyartshow #landscape #nature #photography #stunday #landscapephotography #art #photographersunited #eastcoastkin
#blueskyartshow #landscape #nature #photography #stunday #landscapephotography #art #photographersunited #eastcoastkin
December 7, 2025 at 1:30 AM
I've loved seeing the northern lights more in the last year than ever before. #sky
#blueskyartshow #landscape #nature #photography #stunday #landscapephotography #art #photographersunited #eastcoastkin
#blueskyartshow #landscape #nature #photography #stunday #landscapephotography #art #photographersunited #eastcoastkin
Reposted by William Henson
An Aurora Framed
I planned for this shot to have a nice wee shape, with dark skies across the top. The trouble with Aurora though, they don't listen! So much bigger and more intense than expected!
-
#Twizel, #NewZealand
-
#Aurora #Night #EastCoastKin #Stunday #Scape #BucketList #Travel #Epic
I planned for this shot to have a nice wee shape, with dark skies across the top. The trouble with Aurora though, they don't listen! So much bigger and more intense than expected!
-
#Twizel, #NewZealand
-
#Aurora #Night #EastCoastKin #Stunday #Scape #BucketList #Travel #Epic
December 6, 2025 at 1:38 PM
An Aurora Framed
I planned for this shot to have a nice wee shape, with dark skies across the top. The trouble with Aurora though, they don't listen! So much bigger and more intense than expected!
-
#Twizel, #NewZealand
-
#Aurora #Night #EastCoastKin #Stunday #Scape #BucketList #Travel #Epic
I planned for this shot to have a nice wee shape, with dark skies across the top. The trouble with Aurora though, they don't listen! So much bigger and more intense than expected!
-
#Twizel, #NewZealand
-
#Aurora #Night #EastCoastKin #Stunday #Scape #BucketList #Travel #Epic
Not every question is meant to be answered.
Some are meant to be lived with
until they reshape the one who asked.
Whispers Beneath the Question
Koans from Stoicism to Sufism.
Some are meant to be lived with
until they reshape the one who asked.
Whispers Beneath the Question
Koans from Stoicism to Sufism.
December 7, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Not every question is meant to be answered.
Some are meant to be lived with
until they reshape the one who asked.
Whispers Beneath the Question
Koans from Stoicism to Sufism.
Some are meant to be lived with
until they reshape the one who asked.
Whispers Beneath the Question
Koans from Stoicism to Sufism.
The Wendigo isn’t just a monster of hunger.
It’s the shape of what happens
when need devours restraint
and survival forgets its soul.
Some hungers don’t end when you’re fed.
It’s the shape of what happens
when need devours restraint
and survival forgets its soul.
Some hungers don’t end when you’re fed.
December 7, 2025 at 6:14 PM
The Wendigo isn’t just a monster of hunger.
It’s the shape of what happens
when need devours restraint
and survival forgets its soul.
Some hungers don’t end when you’re fed.
It’s the shape of what happens
when need devours restraint
and survival forgets its soul.
Some hungers don’t end when you’re fed.
Strength isn’t always about advancing.
Sometimes it’s refusing to move.
Sometimes it’s refusing to move.
December 7, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Strength isn’t always about advancing.
Sometimes it’s refusing to move.
Sometimes it’s refusing to move.
Most people avoid the difficult path.
That’s why the people who take it change.
That’s why the people who take it change.
December 7, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Most people avoid the difficult path.
That’s why the people who take it change.
That’s why the people who take it change.
There comes a moment when neutrality is no longer noble.
Only the stand is.
Only the stand is.
December 7, 2025 at 5:12 PM
There comes a moment when neutrality is no longer noble.
Only the stand is.
Only the stand is.
Not every road is crowded.
That’s how you know it leads somewhere worth going.
That’s how you know it leads somewhere worth going.
December 7, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Not every road is crowded.
That’s how you know it leads somewhere worth going.
That’s how you know it leads somewhere worth going.
The only question is
whether you face it standing —
or feed it your excuses.
whether you face it standing —
or feed it your excuses.
December 7, 2025 at 5:08 PM
The only question is
whether you face it standing —
or feed it your excuses.
whether you face it standing —
or feed it your excuses.
Before courts, before crowns,
there was the circle.
No armies.
No speeches.
Just two oaths, two blades, and the truth of who would stand.
Holmgang wasn’t about violence.
It was about ending lies.
there was the circle.
No armies.
No speeches.
Just two oaths, two blades, and the truth of who would stand.
Holmgang wasn’t about violence.
It was about ending lies.
December 6, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Before courts, before crowns,
there was the circle.
No armies.
No speeches.
Just two oaths, two blades, and the truth of who would stand.
Holmgang wasn’t about violence.
It was about ending lies.
there was the circle.
No armies.
No speeches.
Just two oaths, two blades, and the truth of who would stand.
Holmgang wasn’t about violence.
It was about ending lies.
Freya enjoying some river time
December 5, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Freya enjoying some river time