Sun Wheel Week 3

This week, we began wrapping holiday gifts and welcomed the third element to our Sun Wheel. 

Witchling asked about the meaning of “so mote it be” and Witchlette explained it’s like “blessed be,” but said at the end of Magick. I elaborated that we were asking for Water to bless us and so mote it be finishes the blessing. 

We welcome back Air, that we may speak our truths, and Fire, that we may be light bearers. 

This evening, we welcome water- the ruler of emotions that can trickle like a melting icicle or roar like a massive waterfall. Allow us to tap into our intrinsic wisdom which springs from our deepest emotions and allow us to ebb and flow as the Wheel continues to turn. 

So mote it be. 

I was feeling rather punny this evening 😊


That moment when…

I was openly out with my students in years past. I could trust my students. They had a lot more maturity and were much more open minded.

Then, the students who came to me as 9th graders were a lot less mature and that immaturity lead to them being more judgmental and critical. It lead to them seeming more close-minded about certain aspects. So, that left me with keeping my business to myself, no matter how relevant it may or may not be to the lesson.

When I came back to the classroom this fall, I knew that some students, again, could handle things about me and others could not. One of my classes knows that I am not Christian and my gods are not their gods; in this class, one of my students describes herself as atheist. In my other class, there are students who are much less mature and likely would not be able to handle certain things about me. I am not at all closeted- I wear two Mjolnirs and a Pentacle daily. I will happily describe myself as “polytheist”- completely true. I’m not worried to say, “I’m not Christian.” By the specific details…could lead to the wrong inference by some.

So, I don’t share. Even when it would be semi-relevant, like while we were reading The Crucible. Even though I included the following slide for discussion:

One of those students is highly observant and put 1 + 1 + 1 together to equal my teacher is a Witch.

He came to me yesterday morning, before class started, and asked point-blank: “Are you a Witch?”

I was not expecting the question.

“What makes you think that?”

“You wear that star everyday. That is a Witch’s star. So are you a Witch?”

“My religion is not Christian, no. And there is a reason why I dress up in the same costume every year for Halloween?”

“So you are a Witch?”

“What do you think?”


“The reason why I don’t tell everyone is because some people think that Witches are evil. You’ve known me before you knew my religion. Do you think I’m evil?”


“Please get your bellringer done before the timer goes off.”


Sun Wheel night 2 

We are two days late for our second Sun Wheel lighting.

Sunday night we were enjoying dinner and friendship with two of Witchlette’s gals at one of their homes. Last night we were visiting with Santa at our local watering hole.

Tonight, we blessed our meal, celebrated the December Full Moon, and lit our Sun Wheel.

Between the Moon candle and the Sun Wheel candle, Witchlette requested we sing her favorite Circle song…the closest thing to a church hymn she’ll have.

Witchlette and I sang it together for four rounds with Witchling joining after the first one.

I then lit our candle.

We rewelcome Air, who blesses us with Truth.

We turn now to Fire, both creator and destroyer, both tame and wild. You, who take away with towering flames is the same that brings forth with sacred sunlight. Allow us to be light bringers in the dark of the world.

So mote it be.

Candles L-R: seasonal, meal blessing, seasonal, sun wheel, seasonal, moon

Our song, first introduced to us by S:

Theory into practice

Witchlette, as I have shared before, is very interested in ancestor veneration.

This past weekend, on Saturday, we gathered with many of Hubby’s maternal side of the family. In the past year, Hubby’s 2nd cousin passed away. He, and Hubby’s great aunt, were honored at the dinner with a reserved empty chair and a plate of food for the ancestor and Fae. All week, Witchlette was talking about how excited she was to visit with D & S, our hosts, and all of the cousins. When we got there and she realized how many people were present, and how many of them she didn’t know, she clammed up.

As I read the ancestor welcome, L, the sister of the cousin and daughter of the great aunt, collected food samplings on a small plate and put it aside for their spirits.

To those who have gone before,

To those whose names live in our hearts and dance upon our lips,

To those whose names have been lost in the sea of time,

To those whose bones lie above and below the earth,

To those whose ashes have traveled on the winds,

We, the living, bid you welcome and entrance.

The plan was to leave the food by a tree towards the end of the night and formally bid the ancestors farewell. Over the course of the night, everyone became distracted and a formal farewell never happened. While watching over the moon before leaving, however, I said a quiet farewell to close the door to D and S’s home and keep none lingering.

December moon

Friday night, on Frigg’s day evening, I co-led a Full Moon ritual dedicated to Frigg.

It was a lovely night, with wispy clouds, as Witchlette calls them, Frigg clouds, hanging over the moon.

frigg moon 1

Rather than quarter calls, I wrote calls which allude to the creation of the world as it is stated in Nordic folklore, with fire and ice creating the mist from where life sprang forth.

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Mist: Fire melts the ice. The water mixes with the heat to make steam. The ice cools the steam to make mist. The mist fills the gap between fire and ice, where there was nothing. Mist of the world from where all life springs.

Fire, Ice, Mist together: We are shrouded now in the mist, no longer in this world yet not wholly in the otherworld. We walk the space between, in the mist, blessed by fire and ice.

R and I shared lines throughout the ritual.

Hail, Frigg, wife of Odin, queen of the Aesir and Allfather’s one true equal.

Hail, Beloved, keeper of women, wives, and mothers.

Hail Allmother, watcher of all children, Aesir, Vanir, and human, looking after each as if they were her own.

Hail silent one, all knowing Weaver of Fates, yet bearing the knowledge alone.

You, who keep the keys for all the halls in Asgard.

You, Weaver of the clouds drifting from the Eastern sky.

We invite you here, now, Beloved Frigg Allmother hail and welcome.

We inserted our personal family histories and our own connections with Allmother into the ritual, connecting soft crafts, crocheting, sewing, knitting, weaving, stitching as all ways to honor her. Then shared a piece of Folklore to honor Frigg.

The only surviving lore of Frigg have her as a co-star, either to Odin or Balder. She doesn’t have any stories surviving in her own right. There is, however, another who does.

An alternate title for Frigg is Holda, a German figure from folklore who was clearly once a deity. It is widely accepted and understood that these two are different names for the same entity, and in my experience they answer to both. This piece of lore is of Holda, but contains a number of Frigg representations including spinning, weaving, fog, and flax seeds. Using Holda’s lore helps us to have a more complete image of Frigg, since she is her Germanic counterpart.

There was once poor man who worked as a farmer. He and his wife worked long and hard each day. He lived in a small house on his land and tended to his animals. One day, while out in his field, he saw a woman on mountain. She walked up the mountain side and turned around  a bend, and was out of sight. The man was intrigued by her, and followed her path up the mountain. When he went around the same bend, he saw a cave and went inside. Within the cave, were piles of gold and jewels, anything he could ever want for himself. In the middle of the cave, was a table with a bundle of small purple flowers. 

The man walked past the piles of wealth to the flowers. He thought how much his wife would love to have them, and he brought them home for her. She was grateful for his loving thoughts and set them in pottery with water. That night, the man dreamed of the woman, Holda, who thanked him for choosing the flowers, a gift of love, which, she said, would bloom everyday until the day of his death, and for choosing so would bestow upon him a gift.

The next night he dreamed of picking seeds from flowers and sowing seeds, row by row. The next morning, he rose early to sow the seeds as he was instructed in his dream. That night, he dreamed again of how to reap them.

He awoke early to the sight of early morning fog in his field, looking as if it was kissing each mound where he had sowed a seed the day before. Before his very eyes, he watched the small seedlings sprout up through the ground. Over the next day, the seedlings continued to grow and grow. One night, the man dreamed and Holda told him how to pick the flowers, pull fibers from the stems, spin the fibers into thread, and weave the thread into linens.

The next morning, the man and his wife reaped the flowers, pulled the fibers from the stem, spun the fibers, and weaved. The made clothes for themselves. They sold fabric to neighbors who now had something besides animal skins to wear. They sold seeds to their neighbors and taught them how to sow and reap the flowers. The man went from a poor farmer to wealthy merchant.

Many years later, surrounded by his grown children and young grandchildren, all of whom were dressed in fine linen, the man looked upon the table and saw the flowers which sat upon it were brown and wilting.

He pointed out the flowers to his wife, gave her a kiss, and walked up the mountain, turned round the bend, entered the cave, and was never seen again.

For Cakes and Ale, R and I led a blot to Frigg. We started by honoring the Asynjur. While R honored them with name, I lit a candle to honor each.


Frigg, Beloved, Asgard’s Queen

Saga, ancient story-teller supreme

Eir, physician, healing maid

Gefion, giver, a land did make

Fulla, plenty all around

Sjofn, affection does abound

Lofn, permission granted thus

Sin, defender, warding us

Hlin, protectress, warrior friend

Var, hearing oaths until the end

Vor, does know all that we seek

Snotra, wise of what to speak

Gna, swift messenger of Frigg

Goddesses, much do you give.

frigg moon 2
R and I filled our personal drinking horns with juice, and lifted them high while we continued the Blot.

Hail to you all, may you ever be strong,

May your days be joyful and your nights full of song.

May you grant us and ours love, peace and health,

Wisdom, kindness, good-luck and good wealth.

May it be that you are with us

Through our days and our nights,

To grant us comfort and strength

Through the dark and the light.

Hail to you Goddesses for your blessings this day,

Hail to you Goddesses for the blessings on their way.


Lady of Asgard,

You who hears the secrets of the All-Father,

You who holds his heart in your hands,

In you we seek what we need,

And you provide, greatly,

Let us remember your gifts,

And honor you with well wrought work,

From our hands and our hearts,

May we aid each other in times of need,

Through you, Frigg we can learn much,

And in you are mysteries that we seek to understand,

Wind us in your distaff, dole us fair and just fate,

Through you, Frigg we ask, that this life,

Be full of love, light, and needed strength,

Great Mother, accept our offering,

Not of blood, but of our efforts and devotion,

Our love and desire to honor you

Hail Frigga!


Hail Frigga!


Hail Frigga!


At this point, we passed out cakes and ale and some folks shared their own personal stories with handicrafts as we enjoyed cider and Northmenbrod.

We then closed the circle.

Frigg Allmother, beloved by those who adore you.


Your tame spirit is the counter to the wild of Odin, keeping him balanced and ever returning to the homestead.


Keeper of the hearth and home.


Keeper of married lovers and loving parents.


Thank you for blessing your sons and dottirs this night.


May we dutifully complete joyful woman’s work in your honor.



Mist: As the mist condenses, we see the land from flesh, the mountains from bone, the rivers from blood, and the stones from teeth. As the mist recedes, we are hearkened back to the garden in the middle of Yggdrasil. When the mist evaporates, we are once again fully in our world and no longer between worlds.

Fire: The fire returns to Muspelheim 

Ice: The ice returns to Niflheim 


Sun Wheel 2017 night 1

This evening, we joined the Sun Wheel and lit the first candle for the East. 

Again, we are participating at dinner time and our timing will be off from others. In fact, next week, we’ll be lighting on either Sunday morning or Monday night as we won’t be home Sunday evening. 

But, back to now. 

This evening, we lit the East candle and said the following blessing:

Tonight, we enter the beginning of the end of the dark part of the year. Even though is it getting colder, the light is returning. 

We start in the East by welcoming Air. 

 Air, commander of knowledge and communication. Flow through us as we spread the truth in times of falsehood and allow us to speak the truth. Candle light, shine through with all others throughout the world, lit with ours tonight. Allow us to be open to share and receive information. 

So mote it be. 

Blessed be.