Patreon Poem/Prayer Song 72: For Jörmungandr

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This request was made by Emi for Jörmungandr.

The waves lap around me

Over me

Under me

Encircle, encircle, encircle

The enchantment drives my paths

Horses small as plankton gallop

Over me

To me

Running, running, running

Desperation nips their feet

Rán and Her Daughters play with me

Over me

With me

Surging, surging, surging

Laughter shared between us

Icy waters soothes me

Over me

In me

Caressing, caressing, caressing

Fiery pain quenches in the cool

Warm waters invigorate me

Over me

Around me

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Tension melts in the heat

Oceans flow about me

Against me

From me

Rocking, rocking, rocking

Waves roll across the waters by my might

Your waters flow from me

Along me

Beyond me

Flowing, flowing, flowing

Waters cross from ocean to river to tap

I flow across the waters

Along them

Throug them

Swimming, swimming, swimming

Miðarðr’s living protection at the oceans’ crossing

The #DoMagick Challenge Day 21

Laguz

Laguz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Laguz.

Unlike other days where I had to contend with mental chatter, today I put in earplugs.  They worked fairly effectively; all I could hear was my own breathing and speaking as I made the Fire Prayer and cleansed with Fire.

In the first round of galdr I was back at the shores of Lake Michigan and especially Lake Superior.  I was galdring Laguz over the waters as I had when our family took our vacation/pilgrimage two years ago.  I was placing my head in the waters once again, and I could feel the blessings and cleansings of the two Lakes wash over me again in that space.  I stood on the shore and sang to the waters.  Then, in the last part of the round, I saw the fish of the Great Lakes.  There was a fish in my hands, on my spear, on my line.  One after another, the great fish of this place looking up at me as I prayed over them, asking for their wisdom and thanking them for the gift of their bodies.

In the second round of galdr I was on a lighthouse and making sure the light could shine out to the ships out in the Lakes.  I believe I was on Lake Superior given the immensity of the waves.  It was not oceanfront, that I knew.  In the next part of the round I was on the dock as great ships put into harbor.  Here was an oceanfront, bustling with business.  As with the fish, I went through a few eras.  The dock of an ancient German town, the dock of Ellis Island as my Great Grandfather came off the boat from the Netherlands, the dock of what I believe is Detroit bringing in a ship to drop off cargo.

In the third round of galdr the waves crested and broke.  I was in them.  Was them.  Tide was coming in, going out, and the vastness of waters was in me and I was in them.  I sloshed on the waves as I made landfall.  I was suddenly in a procession, a wagon behind us being pulled by oxen, draped with a white sheet.  Then I was in a canoe, paddling in a small lake at an old family gathering.  We brought the canoe aground and Dad hoisted it back to where we rented it.  Then the ocean and the waves, mermaids and so many Beings filling its waters.  The Great Lakes and the mermaids and so many Beings filling Their waters.  The last of the connective galdr I remember was Lake Superior again, and the waves lapping around my feet as I knelt in Her Waters.

I did my prayers of thanks to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.  I cleansed with the candle and prayed prayers of thanks to the Eldest Ancestor.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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