At some point about seven years ago, I came to a crossroads in my practice of witchcraft. I had put all of my craft supplies away, I rarely lit incense and I couldn't remember the last time I had lit a candle. That's not to say that these things are necessary in every practice, they were simply ways that I would have otherwise regularly manifested my intentions. I had lost myself in my marriage to my now-ex; I could no longer recognize myself. After about a year and a half of living that way, I moved to Alaska and had the most life-changing experience. I had never struggled so much before, just to keep a roof over my head and put food in the fridge--we hadn't prepared enough financially for the move to be comfortable the first few months. It took a long time before I felt comfortable and I couldn't have gotten to that point without the support of new friends in my life. To make this already long story as short as possible, I found myself interested in finding my roots. After a DNA test, I found that a lot of my heritage was Scandinavian and German--I already knew about the German ancestry and had even studied the language for two years while in college. I found myself learning more about the older Scandinavian practices that weren't as widely talked about, as the witchcraft I had spent the previous fifteen years learning and practicing. That's when I discovered galdr--essentially a spell, but with the connotations of being Icelandic in nature--galdr led me to galdrastafur, which is simply-put, Icelandic Stave Magic.