On Ullr /devotional poem

Ullr is a God that I have encountered a  number of times, but one that I honor, as both a God of Winter and to some extent as a God for young men.  I realize that second part is UPG, however my first powerful encounter with Him was after a particularly rough time with my adolescent son.  Ullr was felt and blessed our family with comfort and a measure of patience I didn’t know I possessed. 

Oh Ullr

God of the Yew Bow

Sif’s son

Stepson

Snowshoe God 

Of the yew dales

Trusted of Odin

Lord of winter holly

And newly fallen snow

I hail thee in the cold 

I hail thee in the crisp morning light

I hail thee in understanding 

As you bring me guidance for angry boys

Stepsons

Who rage and grieve

At things they lost under the snow

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An offering to the Good Neighbors

I have a small outdoor alter under an apple tree on my property.  I made an offering of wine there tonight and remember the words I spoke.  I may use this again.  Too often I forget these rather spontaneous words. 

I offer to thee in the quiet

I offer to thee in the dark

I offer to thee in the light

I offer to thee from my heart

Story of the Great Bear/A modern fable about an Ancient Time

*Just a little something I wrote under inspiration a few weeks ago.

 
Long ago, at the beginning, when humankind was very young, and the days of their walking were a mere handful of twilights, the Great Bear roamed. She walked the Earth in great glory and strength and the People held her in reverence and awe.  She taught them how to hunt and forage for bountiful food that her Earth yielded in every kindness, how to see far beyond their own noses.  

To venture far into the unexplored forests, to tread over soil and stone, to see the bear as a noble beast of power, a comrade, or brother, one not so unlike themselves in all manner of things. For indeed, they were much alike, seeking warmth in the cave depths, searching for food among the roots and berries, and lusting for the sweet blood filled taste of meat.  And like their fearsome forest comrade, they too, protected and defended their own cubs.

The Great Bear minded them, kept a watchful eye and a keen ear on them under sun and stars. Soon, they sensed her watching.  They left her offerings of love and devotion. Small tokens of their appreciation.  They carved her likeness into wood, painted her image on stone.  Donned the skin of their forest comrade, so that maybe they would learn a bit of his ways.  

After a great time had passed, The Great Bear watched her children from the mountaintop, and far off in the distance, beyond the horizon another Great Bear walked on the Earth.  He was Mighty and Tall, Ferocious and Hungry, Father Bear, who came searching for the Great Bear.  He came from far and he had hunted long for her, smelling her Essence on the Four Winds.  He came from the North, the Relentless Winter Walker.  When she came into view he was awestruck at her visage, and she, delighted in his Arrival.  She had sensed his coming from the time he took his first step.  Jubilant, she turned and fled, for the chase made the catch more thrilling, and she had waited long for the sound of his pursuing roar.  He gave chase across the forest, breaking through the undergrowth, across streams, and mighty rivers, oceans of immensity, but neither of them tired of the pursuit.  She propelled herself into the clouds, and climbed and climbed until the moon came into view, alabaster and bold, and to the Stars she took him, and steady he pushed on.

Much time passed, and while the night sky is beautiful, it is quite cold and she began to wonder what sweet warmth Father Bear could offer.  So down out of the Darkness she came, leaving the cold behind. The Earth was wide awake.  Blossoming across the land.  She settled in a field of verdant green with tall swaying grass and endless wildflowers.  And Father Bear joined her.  Filled her with the Ecstasy of his being, as the two joined as One.  

Walking with Runatyr

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?

Artio

I’ve been constructing a sacred place on my property.  It’s not much and it’s outdoors, but it is an expression of the female divine.  Artio has come into my life like a slow moving summer storm, and I’ve no idea what this goddess desires from me.  Maybe it is merely the gift of awareness. I do not know.  

I do know that knowing Her is knowing life.  Feeling it in the very fiber of one’s being. Every heartbeat from the deer racing through the forest, to the worm crawling along the forest floor, with Her you can feel it when you experience her Divine presence.  It can make you weep.  So why not build a shrine/space for this goddess? The great bear goddess who guided our ancestors thousands of years ago across Europe, who led us to food and warmth inside her caves?  In fact, I think such devotion is long overdue. 

Devotionals

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

Devotionals

You, Odin

The wise and the strong

You destroy me and remake me

A Colossus

Firm footed and large

I stand at my destiny and accept my path

Resigned

I flee from you no more

I am yours

And the fear I bring now is one of ecstasy, love and devotion

Devotionals

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

Old man

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 Wanderer

The rune master

Sit beside him and hear his words

Let his breath fill your spirit

Let your souls be cleansed and bared.

Trump is a spec next to our Gods

I felt today the immensity of the Gods. That Donald fucking Trump, his bimbette daughter/wife, his creepy clown faced sons, and the rest of the fool’s brigade currently heading our government are minuscule next to the power of the Gods. 

What is a measly Trump in comparison to the awesome sovereign giver the Morrigan? 

What is a measly Trump next to the ancient wisdom of Holle? 

What is a measly Trump up against the great Calleich?

What is a measly Trump pitted against the wisdom of the Allfather? 

What is a measly Trump against the ferocity of Kali? 

What is a measly Trump against the endless ageless great Gods from every pantheon??

Nothing.