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For my Ancestors

February 21, 2017 7 comments

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.

The Telling of Stories, the Singing of Songs

April 14, 2016 Leave a comment

Trying to grasp the ineffable

With fumbling hands and tongue

Reaching, stretching, trying

To bring the mind to order

The soul-deep to expression

The innermost understanding to bare expression

Stripped of majesty, shorn of glory

Dirt lying on the tongue, begging for water

 

O, the skin is dry!

 

Fill me, let me give water or wine

Give me words, give me words, give me words!

To express, to adulate, to bring You closer

To bring some part of You near

To drink and quench my thirst

To give and quench others’ thirst

To speak and share the stories

To create again and again

with each telling

The Worlds, Your births, Your deaths

Create and destroy and inspire and sacralize

Break and build and love and lose

Enliven and ensoul and enshrine and edify

Fill and free and craft and cleave

 

Let a billion tongues be sated by the waters of Your stories

a billion throats raised in song and word

a billion eyes enthralled by plays and stories

a billion ears entranced by hymns and teachings

For all Your stories and songs are precious

and all are the teachings tellings in their turn

holy, powerful, sacred

 

Let them be told and told again

Let them be sung and sung again

Passed on and on

That even those without an ear for music or a tongue for tales

may know You each in their own turn

and pass on in their way this knowing

 

Mani Mundilfari

March 24, 2016 1 comment

Mani Mundilfari Who guides the tides with His charge

Mani Mundilfari Who guards the children in His care

Mani Mundilfari Who plays with Skoll in His teasing way

Mani Mundilfari Who looks upon Unn beneath the waves

Mani Mundilfari Who helps keep time with His Sister Sunna

Mani Mundilfari Who carries the burden through Nott’s embrace

Mani Mundilfari Who greets old Daeg in dawn’s dim light

Mani Mundilfari Who greets Sister Sithgunt in dusk’s dark fall

Mani Mundilfari Who brings up the water to waking plants

Mani Mundilfari Who pushes the waters of river and lake

Mani Mundilfari Who hears the ebb and flow of veins

Mani Mundilfari Who goes quite in His dark time

Mani Mundilfari Who shows us ever His shining face!

A Tribute to Blackstar

January 13, 2016 4 comments

I had just ran into David Bowie’s music full stop last week. I’d heard him sing in Labyrinth, but nothing from any of his albums. Blackstar and Lazarus hit me over the fucking head, and it was like…echoes from Odin. So I went back and forth on writing something for him. Then, I read Sannion and Galina were going to go to SoHo to lay down offerings for him.

I finally just broke down, sat down and wrote this for Blackstar. I hope he enjoys this and it is a worthy tribute.  I have made a recording of it here.

I know not if Runes had touched your tongue;
If you had drunk from Suttung’s well
But I know that I felt sadness
When the elder Blackstar fell

I know not if Bragi blessed you
With a voice of silk or gold
For I saw you in your end
In Olmen burning bold

I know not if Odin blessed you
With wisdom deep and harsh
But I know my soul was touched
By the darkness of Blackstar

I know not if Loki blessed you
With shifting form and face
But I know you touched the generations
With what you shared in grace

I know not what you saw
In your button cloth-bound eyes
But I know Who you recalled to me
The God known as Twice Blind

I know not what you were
Priest, prophet, saint, or star
But I know you shaped whenever you were
By being who you are

I know not what you are
Apotheosis ascended or inspiration in the Earth
But I know your mark was made
Before I knew my breath or birth

I know not what you will be
A God? A Guide?  A Guest?
But I know you will be welcome whenever
At altar, stage, and desk

I know not if you would know me
In Helheim walking well
But I thank you for sharing, anyway
With all of us, your spells

Telling

October 23, 2015 6 comments

I remember the words of my Elder:

Each telling you are creating the World anew.

 

Words have power, raw magic, refined magic

However they slide up the throat along

the shuddering chords

 

They seize ahold of us through the ears, the eyes

hold us because through them

we hold You, us, Worlds, Ancestors, vaettir

 

The whole body hears and feels

The cold pit in the stomach, the sweat on the brow, the widened eyes, fear,

The heat, creased forehead, gritted teeth, rage

 

Words crush the soul

Revive a religion

End lives

 

Join us to one another

Heal us

Make us

 

Tribe

Family

Connection

 

Death

Life

Balance

 

Fire

Ice

Ginunngagap

 

The telling creates the Worlds anew.

A Note on the Anthology on the Hard and Fallow Times

September 22, 2015 1 comment

This has come up a few times, so I will let everyone know here:

You have not missed the deadline. I set the deadline for next year, September 21st, 2016.  You have a year to get submissions in to me.   The sooner the better though!  The less editing I have to cram in all at once the better the process will be!

Please pass along both this post, and the Call for Submissions.

Thank you for your submissions!

-Sarenth Odinsson

I See You -A Song for Odin

September 5, 2015 3 comments

To hear me sing this song for Odin, look here.

I see You in storms and I see You in wind

In the woods, carved and formed from Oak

I see You in the eyes of the homeless folk

World-weary, world-walking, wandering, and worried

I see You in my father’s eyes

The wisdom springs up through the ages behind him

I see You in the statue shaped by skillful hands

The offerings about You: splintered staff, spear, and swords

I see You in the mirror behind my own eyes

Your hand at my neck, wiring me for Your Work

I see You when I don my brown hat and black coat

I can feel Your gait in my legs as I walk

I see You in the stories I read to my child

The drawings full of life and his smile that abounds

I see You in the words that I speak to the world

By hand and by voice you have told me to tell

So hail to You, Galdrafaðr, You Who Sang the Runes’ songs

So hail to You, FimbulÞulr, You Who Inspires the Poets to verse

So hail to You, Sigrhöfundr, You Victory-Giver to the scribe, skald, and song

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