I am boosting the signal. This is a Call for Submissions for a new devotional book with the Duergar/Dvergar, the Dwarves of the Northern Tradition. I have already submitted some of my own work, so please, if you have a relationship with Them, please submit to this devotional.
A colleague of mine within the Northern Tradition is working on a new project. If you have a devotional relationship with the duergar, or have had interactions with Them in the past, please consider submitting something.
Call for Submissions for:
“The Duergarbok: Working with the Dwarves of the Northern Tradition”
The Northern Tradition has many tales and legends about the Duergar, primarily known as the skilled craftsmen who created such magical objects as Thor’s famed hammer Mjölnir, Freyja’s necklace Brisingamen and the rope used for binding the mighty wolf Fenris. Keen businessmen with a profound sense of honor and oath-obligation, they command respect. Little is now known about their rich and ancient culture, a deficit we hope to address.
We’re looking for contributions to this anthology – essays about your experiences with the Duergar-spirits, about sacred crafting, about the ethics of engaging the Duergar for assistance in projects, as well…
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Who requested I learn to play the basic tune on the kantele for Them. Sometimes the things the Ancestors ask of us hurts the heart, and others, it lifts us up. This song, for me, is something of both. Reminds me of my grandfather. Of family, Ancestors I’ve never met in the flesh. Of those I will lose, and those who will lose me.
Joy and bittersweet.
Hail to all of my Ancestors. May They ever be hailed.
With Superbowl Sunday hitting work like a Mack truck, my initial start is a bit fried. Lots of overtime without a lot of time to write. Between this, and the feeling like I need to wait for actual local signs of Springfield, I will do my best to pick up Gefjon’s month of poetry next month.
So now I am inspired to do a month of devotional poetry and song for Gefjon. I am counting the two prayers I last posted for the start of this project. This is the prayer I wrote for Her yesterday. I will have another prayer for Her later today.
Charming of the Plow Prayer to Gefjon
If any know how to Charm the Plow, it is You
If any know the work of claiming land, it is You
If any know the work of tilling the darkness of Jörð, it is You
If any know how to carefully cultivate the grove, it is You
If any know the work of bringing in a hearty harvest, it is You
If any know the work of a well hewn hall, it is You
If any know the work of a healthy hof, it is You
If any know the sacred work of the gyðja’s charge, it is You
Inspired by Galina Krasskova’s Agon dedicated to Gefjon, I wrote these two poems.
A Hailing Prayer to Gefjon
Hail to Gefjon, Far-seeing Goddess!
Hail to Gefjon, Who knows Her own Worth!
Hail to Gefjon, Who shapes liche and hame!
Hail to Gefjon, Who drives hard Her Oxen!
Hail to Gefjon, Who plowed and claimed Zealand!
Hail to Gefjon, Who claims Her own pleasure!
Hail to Gefjon, whose halls house the virgins!
Hail to Gefjon, Ásynja!
Hail to Gefjon, Mother of Jotnar!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Consort is Skjöldr!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Plow is Mighty!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Courses are Swift!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Lands are Fertile!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Ways are Wise!
Land-finding Prayer to Gefjon
We seek, we seek land of our own
Growing green and good
We ask Gefjon to lend us your aid
So we may settle soon!
We ask for land for orchards
We ask for land for grain
We ask for land for goat, hive, and lamb
Whose harvests shall be great!
We seek, we seek a place to build
A hof to call our own
Where we can raise a horn to You
Within our hallowed home!
The mead brews
Little bubbles flow up
The honey-water froths
A month and Yuletide
A gift to loved ones
A raised glass
A raised horn
Cheer and warmth in Winter