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Adorations of the Disir

June 29, 2014 6 comments

I adore You, Mitochondrial Eve.

I adore You, Ancient Women.

I adore You, Eldest Kin.

I adore You, Embla.

I adore You, Women of Strength.

I adore You, Women of Power.

I adore You, Women of Resolve.

I adore You, Women of Wisdom.

I adore You, Leaders.

I adore You, Warriors.

I adore You, Healers.

I adore You, Farmers.

I adore You, Hunters.

I adore You, Crafters.

I adore You, Grandmothers.

I adore You, Mothers.

I adore You, Sisters.

I adore You, Daughters.

I adore You, Aunts.

I adore You, Nieces.

I adore You, Who are Women in Heart and Soul.

I adore You, Strong-standing.

I adore You, Fierce-hearted.

I adore You, Unbent-backs.

I adore You, Unscorched Souls.

I adore You, Blazing Hearts.

I adore You, Strong of Hands.

I adore You, Steady Legged.

I adore You, Firm-footed.

I adore You, Stout-hearted.

I adore You, Holders of Lines.

I adore You, Defenders of Kin.

I adore You, Weavers of Wyrd.

I adore You, Unbowed.

I adore You, Disciplined.

I adore You, Courageous.

I adore You, Spirited.

I adore You, Vicious.

I adore You, Loving.

I adore You, Howling.

I adore You, Grounding.

I adore You, Whispering.

I adore You, Hollering.

I adore You, Speaking.

I adore You, Singing.

I adore You, the Ferocious.

I adore You, the Compassionate.

I adore You, the Skilled.

I adore You, the Powerful.

I adore You, the Reverent.

I adore You, the Holy.

I adore You, the Sly.

I adore You, the Honest.

I adore You, the Crafty.

I adore You, the Feared.

I adore You, the Beloved.

I adore You, the Known

I adore You, the Unknown.

I adore You, Who Holds the Family.

I adore You, Who Keeps Good Frith.

I adore You, Who Guards the Children.

I adore You, Who Mentors the Generations.

I adore You, Who Crafts the Lines.

I adore You, Who Heals the People.

I adore You, Who Humble and Embolden.

I adore You, Who Keep the Ways.

I adore You, Who Know the Secrets.

I adore You, Who Show the Paths.

I adore You, Who Strike the Enemy.

I adore You, Who Gird the Future.

I adore You, Who Seek the Lost.

I adore You, Who Heal the Rifts.

I adore You, Who Carry the Wisdom.

I adore You, Who Carry the Maegen.

I adore You, Who Carry Hamingja.

I adore You, Who Forged the Lines.

I adore You, Who Bless the Descendants.

I adore You, Who Guide Their People.

I adore You, Spákona.

I adore You, Seiðkona.

I adore You, Völva.

I adore You, Gyðja.

I adore You, All.

From primordial mother and generations past

Hail to the Holy Women, standing strong

Hail to the Disir!

Völva

March 4, 2014 Leave a comment

Behind slitted eyes

Whispers a voice

Rocking her back and forth

The seat creaks

Upon the hill

Her voice lets out a croak

The Gods speak this night

Piercing

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