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Small Devotional Work

November 24, 2017 1 comment

Of late, I have had to be okay with doing smaller devotional work.  I like doing my altar work; it’s formed the core of my practice for most of my religious life, Catholic and Pagan/polytheist.  Between a more hectic home life and moving religious work, though, I have had to move out of comfort zones and into different ways of doing devotion on a regular basis.  This happens, and at different times in my life altars and shrines have been more and less central to my religious life.

That’s not to say I have stopped altar work entirely.  I still approach my altars and pray at them.  My family and I still make our nightly prayers at them, and make offerings at least weekly at them.  That, however, is the difference: once a week offerings vs. say, every other day as was the norm until a few months ago.  While other kinds of devotional work do not take the place of making offerings of food and drink, I am shifting more towards other kinds of devotional work.  I’m sure if we had a fireplace or a wood stove more of my offering work would be centering around it.

So what kinds of devotional work am I doing?  If you are reading this blog, well, you are reading some of my devotional work.  Among other projects, I am slowly putting together different books, including a book on the fallow times, a 2nd edition of Calling to Our Ancestors, and a book for Heathen children.  Devotional books for the Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir may be down the line too.

What about my daily devotional life?  Prayers.  Prayers and regular spiritual ground work.  Foundational stuff to be sure, but necessary.  I have started to get back into working out, finally, and that is an offering to several Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir.  Small offerings like the one I wrote about.  The work I am engaged with now is more and more geared towards bringing devotional work into as much of my life as possible, weaving sacred work into my life wherever I am.  Whether working out or spending time with the family, cleaning, brewing mead, or making poetry, much of my devotional work is shifting more towards the doing end of devotional work while maintaining footing in offering devotional work.

Part of me does fight this.  The familiar feel of kneeling or bowing at my altar, offering drink and occasionally food with prayers is all very familiar.  Sometimes a bit too rote, though.  Sometimes being shook up is part of the experience.  Sometimes finding different routes for devotion is the way forward.  So keep on doing, keep on exploring, and find different ways to connect with the Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir.  Keep on bringing Them and you together, into good Gebo in more ways.

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A Small Offering

November 2, 2017 Leave a comment

I could hear the crows calling
The small cage was empty

The suet was all gone and the birds were hungry
So I laid out another offering

Peanuts for good growth and warmth in winter
A small offering that would save lives

Something shifted as I put the offering in
Shut the cage firmly and checked how it hung

It was acceptance
I hear you, landvaettir

Remembering the Warrior Dead

November 2, 2017 Leave a comment

You lie in a fen
Shield cloven beside you
Sword bent

You lie in a field
Gun beneath you
Magazine empty

You lie in a mound
Spear beside you
Descendants gathered

You lie in a grave
Polished oak embraces you
Quiet rest

You lie in every soil and water
Every place given your body and blood
All hail the Warrior Dead

The Harvest is In

October 30, 2017 Leave a comment

The harvest is in
The fields are hewn down
The harvest is in
The lands are cold
The harvest is in
The slaughters are done
All is prepared for the winter is come

The harvest is in
The home fires are lit
The harvest is in
The logs are arranged
The harvest is in
The trees are all cut
All stop for a rest for the winter is come

The harvest is in
The Ancestors gather
The harvest is in
The Disir are close
The harvest is in
The Väter are waiting
All rest by the Fires for the winter is come

The Call

October 1, 2017 Leave a comment

I can hear your paws grab the earth, your hooves strike the ground
I can smell your fur, your excitement as you all are bidden on
I can taste your fury, the adrenaline on the wind
I can feel your gait, your strides as you seek
I can see your numbers, your countless multitudes that gallop and run
I know your call, your howling, trumpeting, shrieking mass that calls me
The Wild Host calls!  Wuotas Heer calls!  The Wild Hunt calls!

O Great Matronae!

September 19, 2017 Leave a comment

O Great Matronae!  Grandmothers and Mothers of countless peoples!  O Daughters, O Childless, O Guardians!  Whose tribes range the Worlds!  Whose Voices call to us!

We hear and we return!  We hear and we seek!  We hear and we exult!
O Matronae of lands, skies, and seas!  Whose blessings pour out into all the places great and small!  Whose Ways are sought!

O Grandmothers who have kept all Their ways of wisdom, help us to know Your ways of wisdom!
O Mothers who have kept all Their ways of doing, help us to know how do well!
O Daughters who have kept the fires of youth burning, help us to burn with vigor!
O Childless who have kept Their own ways in life, help us to keep our own ways in life!
O Guardians who have kept Their vigil, help us to keep our vigils!

O Great Matronae!  You have called and we answered!  Hear our voices raised!  See and accept the offerings we give!  Hear us, and know our names!

O Matronae!

September 19, 2017 Leave a comment

O Matronae!  You see Your children down, down through the ages!
You are Many, Many, O Matronae!
Glorious and beautiful, haggard and vicious!
Your hands have been set by every tool imaginable, every instrument conceived, every work designed!

Walking in places of power, You O Matronae, are there!
Waiting in the dark of mines, You, O Matronae, are there!
Sitting in the spinner’s seat, You, O Matronae, are there!
Thronging with life in the forest, You O Matronae, are there!
Resting in the silence of glacier, You O Matronae, are there!
Soaring over the spears of war, You O Matronae, are there!
Waiting for the young in the womb, You O Matronae, are there!
Gathering in the gains of harvest, You O Matronae, are there!
Holding the hallowed places, You O Matronae, are there!
Let us seek You where You are!

O Matronae! You know those who seek You!
Bless those who seek You!  
O Many, Many Matronae, help us to know You!
Help us to remember Your names and know Your Ways
That we may journey them once again!

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