Gods, the trolls are bad this year.
Been down to the mall lately?
Trolls.
Felt unaccountably grouchy or angry?
Trolls.
Trolls hate light, and fear it. They come out when it gets dark. For obvious reasons, Yule always brings them out.
On Troll Night—the thirteenth before Mother Night—you can hang out the troll-cross, set out offerings at the doorstep, and hammer-sign the door: Here, and no farther.
But, really, at this season keeping them at bay is the best one can hope for. Only Thunder and Sun can make the trolls go away for good.
And this year they're particularly bad.
Anishinabe activist Winona Laduke writes about “Wendigo Politics”: the crushing, ravenous politics of those who care only for themselves.
