In addition to studying the runes, I have established a regular devotional practice for Frau Holle. I may honor her through remembrance and song on various days of the week, but Sunday is special. Sunday has become Her day at my home and I honor her through hard work and time set aside for my family. Sunday has always been the day I set aside to get things organized and ready for the coming work week. Grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, I’ve typically done on Sunday. It works for me. So as I associate Frau Holle with the home and the hard work of women, this was the day I chose to honor her most.
What I Do:
- Organize and tidy/clean. Not something I normally relish, but now when I do it, it’s with the knowledge that such necessary work is pleasing to the Goddess. She blesses those who work hard without complaint.
- Bake something. Usually some kind of bread, for my home and in honor of her. I am not a baker, but today, I finally pulled off two loaves of edible bread. This is the third week I’ve been doing this, I’m pleased my efforts have finally paid off.
3. At the end of the day, I light the candle at the shrine I have set aside for her and offer words of thanks or a devotional song.
This is the first time I have set aside a specific day for a deity, and I have to say I find it incredibly fulfilling. Frau Holle can certainly fill your spirit with warmth and mirth, and allows you to experience joy in the what would normally be considered drudgery by many. She brings such a sense of contentment in my life.
I haven’t blogged anything for ages, mostly because of laziness, or lack of anything meaningful to say. Or maybe too much to say and most of it political. I’ve finally burned out watching the political chaos of America, and have decided, while still very important, I need to return to my devotional practice and magical work. When I encountered Odin in 2014, it was as Runatyr, the God of Runes, and he set me on a path of self discovery and betterment. I am grateful, and humbled. Loving and honoring Odin these past few years has had an overwhelmingly positive effect on my life, and saw a maturation of my personality. No longer am I the weak little girl seeking the constant approval of others, now I feel fully a woman, devoted to my children and family, strong in my convictions, joyful in being alive.
The past year has seen me neglect my Runic studies and I have returned to near daily meditation (due to some external coaxing), with the knowledge given that I can’t effectively use the runes unless I know their meanings and depth inside and out. It’s exhausting. I have no idea why his call has suddenly grown so strong within me after a relatively quiet year, or where this seeking of knowledge will take me, I only comply, eager to learn, even if I do not know the reasoning behind this sudden push to immerse myself into the runes. Who am I to question the urgings of a God?
My journey to Holle was gradual and unexpected. She is an ancient and wise Goddess who understands my fears, hopes, and dreams. She is a keeper of the keys to every home. Caretaker of weary mothers, children and lost waifs. She simply is……..
For the Weary Mother Looking for Answers
Will I ever find comfort
Where can I find a friend?
She journeyed world weary upon the barren landscape, no tree to be seen on the horizon, nothing to cut through the gloom.
She came upon a well, water to the brim, humming with the creation of galaxies
And wondered at the depths within
The whisper of knowledge released
Of fearful abandon
And what is communication with the gods but a type of madness
A giving in
A yielding to bravery and strength
She takes the plunge
The bone cold depths
And discovers the secrets of the past
To eternity and all that is
The wise and the strong
You destroy me and remake me
Firm footed and large
I stand at my destiny and accept my path
I flee from you no more
I am yours
And the fear I bring now is one of ecstasy, love and devotion
In all the current chaos we pagans must not let our devotional practices suffer. We give praise to our Gods in various ways, I write poetry and song, muse on the traits of the Wise Ones…..may a grain of such wisdom be imparted on me. I was going through many various google docs and came across some poetry I am pleased with. I may be sharing some over the coming days. We need our Gods presence in the world. We need an alternative to the current order. We need a better way.
One for Odin
The one who whispers
With bold tenderness into a woman’s heart
Who finds you laid bare
Skin and bones
And applies the healing balm
Knowledge and fury
Breath and calm
Loving life with newfound might
A determination never known
He waits for you on the mountaintop
The rune master
Sit beside him and hear his words
Let his breath fill your spirit
Let your souls be cleansed and bared.
Back from the Hunt and back for Spring. I’m not Urglaawe, but Frau Holle is a goddess very near and dear to me. Heil Holle!
I feel a terrible lethargy and restlessness. There are many things I should be doing from the magical to the mundane (taxes, housework) and I find myself hamstrung by a sense of creeping dread.
I was determined to have a good day today. I buried the world’s worries and spent the day with my wonderful husband. I tried not to think of what I should be doing, tried not to think of Trump, tried not to think of the insane machinations of my ex husband, and today I just decided to simply be. It felt good.
Tomorrow, back to the fight.