I made a thing!
Tonight I made meditative prayer beads to connect with Frigg.
I’ve got a wooden anchor bead at the top, followed by various shades of blue representing the different colors of the sky, Celtic knot beads, feathers, both for the feathers I’ve been gifted and the feathers Frigg wears in her hair and on her person, spinning wheels for the spinning she does of flax to linen, spinning of clouds, and spinning of fates. The bottom is anchored again, now with heavy keys to ground me back to reality and showing the her status with the keys for all the halls.
I plan to, starting at the wooden bead, breathe and open up at least my root and crown chakras. The wood will help me ground as I begin my meditations. Measured inhales and exhales through each bead until the first Celtic knot, then a call to my ancestors. Continued measured breathing through the next set of beads then Frigg’s kenning at the first feathers.
Spinner of the Clouds,
Keeper of the stars,
Singer of the Web
Weaver of the way,
Mother of the Light,
Bride of the Wind,
In company with others,
I see You,
On solitary pathways,
I seek You,
Keeper of the Keys,
Your mysteries unfold,
One spun ray at time,
Measured breathing to the first spinning wheel, where I will say
Hail to the Day! Hail to the sons of Day!Hail to Night and her daughter!Gaze on me gently standing here;Give your blessings on my battles!Hail to the Gods! Hail to the Goddesses!Hail to the all-giving Earth!Wisdom and lore grant me, so long as I live,And healing hands.Hail the the local wights and my ancestorsHail the gods and goddesses of my folk, bless me with strength courage health and happiness for all the days that I live.
Four slow measured breaths until the next spinning wheel
Hail to Frigga,
Careful one, sharp-eyed one,
friend of mothers,
protector of children,
You know the love of parent for child,
you know it is unshakeable,
you know it is everlasting.
Frigga, you know the joy of watching a child grow
into a fine man or woman,
you know the bittersweet pain of parting,
you know what is in a mother’s soul.
Frigga, grant me a steady hand and a soft heart,
grant me understanding,
grant me clarity,
grant me peace of mind in troubled times,
grant me the strength to bend with the storm
and emerge unbroken.
grant my children the wisdom to choose wisely,
grant them the strength to stand firm against folly,
grant them the will to face any challenge,
grant them the wit to find their way in life.
defender of families,
keep my children safe from harm,
ward them as they travel through the world
Measured breaths again to the second feathers, with a gratitude kenning,
From your abundance, a roving,
From your spindle, a thread,
From your loom, an understanding,
From your hands, a skill,
Within your arms, a keeping,
Within your wisdom, protection,
Within your fold, a family…
Finally, measured breaths to the final Celtic knot with a gratitude close to my ancestors. Measured breaths again down to the keys, where I will once again ground and quiet down my chakras.