Salr, The Soul- Hall

Some dwellings are built in wood and stone. Others are built inside the self.

Salr was the hall of the soul, a place where the different parts of your being could meet. It was where Minni stored your deep memory, where Hamingja rested, where Móðr kept the fire going. It was sanctuary and stronghold in one.

A völva might walk her Salr in trance, tending it as one tends a hearth. A person with a strong Salr stood grounded, unshaken even when the world outside roared.

I imagine stepping into a hall that feels both vast and utterly familiar. At the high seat are your ancestors. The walls are hung with the moments that shaped you. The fire at the center burns with the colors of your own soul.

To tend your Salr is to keep yourself whole. Neglect it, and the doors swing open to whatever wind might blow through.