Tweaking the prayer beads

It has been just over two weeks since I have started using my prayer beads. I walk the dogs every morning, and when I return, I complete a round of prayers before lighting my candles and doing my morning yoga routine.

I am still reading from what I wrote for each of the prayer sessions, and I am close to memorizing some of the prayers, but I have found that when I commit something to memory, it becomes rote and, for me, begins to lose its meaning. As I write calls, and then set them to memory, after a few months, they become lack luster and I end up creating new calls. I seem to have more feeling when I have something written on a page before me.

Anyway, after the first two mornings, I decided not to call ancestors twice, as it feels redundant. Plus, one of the prayers includes an ancestral call. I’ve also decided that, for personal balance, I need to include Frigg’s role and beloved and favorite wife, not just mother. This is the part of her which I, especially, in the beginning, struggled to reconcile. She is seen as primarily the Beloved mother and in our society, it can be difficult to embody both the mother and the wife. Elvis is said to never have slept with Priscilla after Lisa Marie was born…

 

So, I have shuffled some things, removed some things, and added other things.

After the first morning, of beginning with the wooden bead and ending with the keys, I knew immediately that it was backwards. The second morning, I started with the keys and then moved forward towards the wooden bead. This way, I am starting with Frigg and ended with grounding. The difference between time and intensity of connection with the Divine between the first two mornings was incredible and the connection has been faster and deeper every morning since.

So, starting with the keys, I take multiple measured, cleansing breaths to the first Celtic knot, where I complete my own interpretation Sigrdrifumal– a culmination of a few translations.

Hail, Day!

Hail Sons of Day!

Hail Night and her Daughter!

Gaze on my gently standing here

Give me your blessings on my battles.

Hail Aesir, Asynjur, Vanir

Hail to the all-giving Earth

Give to me wisdom,

Admirable speech,

And healing hands, life-long.

Hail the local Wights and my Ancestors.

Hail the Gods and Goddesses of my Folk.

Bless me with strength, courage, health, and happiness

For all the days that I live.

I then take measured breaths to the first set of feathers, where I complete the first kenning.

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 a time.

Measured breaths to the first spinning wheel where I complete the Mother’s Prayer.

Hail to Frigg,

Careful one, sharp-eyed one

Friend of mothers,

Protector of children

All-knowing, all watchful.

You know the love of parent for child.

You know it is unshakeable,

You know it is everlasting.

Frigg, 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 the mother’s soul.

Frigg, 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.

Frigg,

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.

Beloved Frigg,

Defender of families,

Keep my children safe from harm,

Ward them as they travel through the world.

Again, measured breaths to the second spinning wheel to the Wife’s prayer

Fairest Frigg, lady of the Sunset,

Friend of families,

Matron of marriage,

Bless me and him with whom I am handfast.

Grant us peace between our bonds.

Bless our love to last through the long years

And through all the woes the world may wish on us.

Grant each of us patience

That we may long for each other’s sights

Each time we return to the haven of home.

In times of anger and hurtful words,

Grant us wisdom to see through each others follies.

Help us always to trust,

To together enjoy the bounty at our table,

To talk together and walk together on rough and fair roads.

Frigg who keeps our knotted cord,

Show us the shared road though the thorns.

Measured breaths again to the second set of feathers and the second kenning

From you abundance, a roving

From your spindle, a thread,

From you loom, an understanding,

From your hands, a skill,

Within your arms, a keeping,

Within your wisdom, protection,

Within your fold, a family.

Measured breaths to the second Celtic knot where I do my ancestral blessing.

Hail to my Ancestors

Known and unknown.

Behind me you have laid the groundwork.

Before me lies the future.

Today I step forward

Carrying the love of a thousand lives

Walking in line with a thousand footsteps.

Finally, measured breaths to the wooden bead where I ground and come back. Since I have reversed the order, as soon as I touch the wood, I almost automatically come back to myself without a great deal of effort, just as starting with the keys gives me a strong connection with very little effort.

Wife’s prayer based on the Marriage Prayer. Mother’s prayer still from Hearth and Field. Kennings still from Frigga’s Dottir.

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Meditation prayer beads

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 ancestors
Hail 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,
all-knowing, all-watchful.
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.

Frigga, goddess,
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.
Beloved Frigga,

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.

Mother’s prayer from hearth and field, kenning from Frigga’s dottir.

“…so, I meditated…”

With parenting, most of what Hubby and I imbue on our children is a team effort. We share 99.99% of the same values and want our children to have them as well.

Typical parent stuff.

Be kind. Be respectful. Be patient. Be confident. Give effort. Have fun. Be silly. Embrace your smarts and use your powers for good.

The 00.01% where I differ from Hubby is with spirituality.

We are on the same page that we do not want our children brainwashed and indoctrinated into an organized religion. We are on the same page that we do not want our children exposed to Yahweh for as long as we can help it.

Hubby is on board for me raising our children as Pagan. They care for their environment. They have personal accountability. They believe in the old ways. They enjoy hearing stories of their ancestors. My kids also have been exposed to my yoga and meditation practice.

Yesterday, after school, Witchlette informed me that she was troubled by not being able to go to her preferred center during free play yesterday. She then went on and explained how, rather than get upset and frustrated, she sat down and meditated. “I didn’t get what I wanted and I was upset. But I didn’t want to cry, so I meditated.” Then, she went and read a book in the cozy corner.

I heart burst with love and pride from this little girl.

I must be doing something right.

Magical Roots Day 8: Meditation

#30daymagicalroots

Below is the “Rainbow Meditation” I do with Witchlette on a regular basis. Also below is a video form of the meditation using my chakra tapestry as a guide.

Relax into yourself

Open chakras one by one

Your root chakra flows red light downward Goes down into the earth

Rooting you to nature like a tree is rooted to soil

Your sacral chakra pulses orange

You feel your inspiration to dance, sing, paint, draw, play

You feel your desire to love

Your navel chakra glows yellow

It swirls with your inner strength

Feel your intuition, how you know what’s right without thinking

Your heart chakra radiates green

Love for all beings shines onto the world

Love from all comes to you and is reflected in the green light

Your throat chakra shimmers blue

Softly wavering as you unfold your stories and share your truths

Your third eye twinkles indigo

Holding all of the knowledge of the world

And allowing you to see the unseen

Your crown chakra beams purple

Reaching up to the white of the Divine

Connecting you with the Universe

Intertwining with all that is Magick

The Divine comes down with you

Down through all of you

Still connected with nature

Nature and the Divine

The Divine and nature

Come together within you

Temple visit

Today Witchlette and I visited the Buddhist temple in Raleigh. 

We walked around the book store within and spoke with the site manager. 

We went into the gompa, which was beautiful with brightly colored tapestry on every wall. The altar was also bright and colorful and very lovely. My chakras were on overdrive, so I sat on a pillow and meditated until they were balanced with the intense amount of energy present. It was a lovely energy, but still intense. Witchlette also sat to meditate for a bit and was very happy to be able to do so. 

Then, we went to the garden. 

Witchlette would like to make a set of prayer flags for her room to hang over her window. 

Buddha in the back garden

It was a lovely visit, but not some place Witchlette has said she would like to go regularly. I told her if she does, we will. For now, she just wants prayer flags to help her meditate in her own space. 

Turtle Circle

At a birthday party at the end of April, Witchlette was formally introduced to the Ninja Turtles. 
The next day, for tv time, I put on an episode of the most recent reiteration. Witchlette has been hooked ever since. The kids take turns picking a show for tv time, and Hubby laughs that there shouldn’t be concern over whose turn because the answer will be the same. He also jokes that I’m in nerd heaven with the kids, enjoying every moment of the cartoon myself, reliving so highlights of my childhood with my kids. 

Witchlette saw one episode that started her. She was struggling to get to sleep. I went into our dining room cabinet and got her my turtles, which I’ve had since I was about 7. She’s slept with them at her bedside every night since. 

Nerd. Heaven. 

About a week after getting the physical Turles, Witchlette made the connection that there are four Turtles and four Elements and each Turtle could be an Element. Donnie and Raphael were obvious, as Air and Fire respectively. Leo is grounded and grounding like Earth. Splinter embodies everything that is Spirit. Mikey is free flowing like the babbling brook and spontaneous like the ocean waves. 

I reserved a weekend in August. All was set. 

The whole ritual was written to discuss movement and meditation. I learned some basic Tai Chi to teach Witchlette so we could do it an Magick Circle. 

Then, dates needed to be switched and we were now up for the first weekend in June. Which was great, because that long of anticipation was going to be rough. 

I showed Witchelle the tai chi i learned and asked her to join me. I was told it was boring and weshouldn’t do it. Instead, we should do a rainbow meditation, which is what Witchellet calls a chakra meditation. 

A few days before the ritual, we watched an episode where the Turles want on a spirit quest and Witchlette asked that it be incorporated into the ritual. Great idea!

She also decided she wanted more on the altar yhan just turles and asked for tutle colored flowers. One trip to the dollar store and voila! Altar decor!

The night before the ritual, there was a lot of back and forth about Leo being water because he’s blue, and taking yellow out of the chakra meditation because there’s no yellow turtle. But green can stay because their skin is green. Light blue also had to go, because there’s only one blue. Sorry, Venus. 

Witchlette, knowing this was her ritual, chose Ms. D to be earth, Ms. C to be air, her grandma, who now joins us semi-regularly, to be water, and Ms. S to be spirit. She actually picked her favorite human pixie to be air and was in tears upon learning she wouldn’t be there, and adjusted Ms. C to air from fire. She then said someone with red hair has to call in fire. Luckily, L was in attendance, who is a red head, and was honored to be chosen as fire. She also solidified her playlist for the end portion of the ritual. 

Witchlette decided she would like to place the turtles, one by one as they were called, onto the alter. I was not expecting her to raise them up as she did, offering them to each Element, then placing them on the alter. That piece took my breath away. 

She chose not to speak during the ritual itself, but helped my guide the rainbow meditation and was a star at the dance sequence. Everyone had ribbon wands with the four Turtles colors to wave around as they danced. 

Below is the ritual itself:

Earth- leo

Patience, support, guidance. As the trees hold together the soil and the plants sustain the Ecosystem, so too does Leonardo, tactical and courageous leader, the most conscientious of the four, ground and sustains the dynamic of the turtles.


Thank you Leonardo for guiding us today. In your quest, you had to learn to become a true leader. May we have the courage to be leaders ourselves.


Air- Donnie

Ingenuity, craftiness, knowledge. As the breeze carries bird song and our voices messages, so too does Donatello, scientist, inventor, engineer, and technological genius, using his intellect to solve conflicts.


Thank you Donatello for teaching us today. In your quest, you had to learn to not always rely on your mind, but also your body and be strong like the mountain reaching high into the clouds. May we be strong in body and in mind.


Fire- Raph

Passion, ferocity, strength. As the flame warms the home, but left uncontrolled can also destroy it, so too does Raphael’s fierce, sarcastic, aggressive, and intensely loyal nature bring a spark of primal energy to the team.


Thank you Raphael for inspiring us today. In your quest, you had to learn to control your anger and use it to hone your energy on the enemy. May we also channel our energies to fan the flames of our passions.


Water- Mikey

Playful, spontaneous, friendship. As the river cuts through the woods, bubbling over rocks and splashing about making new paths, so too does Michelangelo’s free-spirited, relaxed, adventurous nature remind his brothers to have fun and not take themselves too serious.


Thank you Michelangelo for playing with us today. In your quest, you had to learn to focus and keep your mind free from distractions and become still, like the forest. May we focus what is important in life and remember to work hard and play harder.


Spirit- splinter

Mysticism, unity, awareness. Just as the spark of life in each of us brings us together, so too does Hamato Yoshi, Master Splinter, bring up his adoptive turtle sons and unite them as their sensei in the mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects of ninjutsu.


Thank you splinter for uniting us today. May we walk with balance and maintain Seishin Teki Kyoyo, Spiritual Refinement. May we always be connected: mind, body, heart.



Ok, so I know what you’re thinking. We’re gonna learn ninjutsu?!


No. We’re not. Not in the way it’s typically perceived, anyway…


While walking through the woods, Leonardo realizes he and his brothers are too caught up in modernality of t-phones, junk food, and television. He is concerned about their lost connection to nature.


Nature? Raphael exclaims. What are we? Hippies?


Well…<look around at the circle>


Donatello agrees with Leonardo: Splinter had spiritual refinement from his connection to the natural world.


Leonardo continues: the brothers, including himself, have mastered 17 of the 18 ninja skills. But they never got the first one. Seishin Teki Kyoyo (Spiritual Refinement).


They go into the woods and each complete a spiritual quest. They learn to rely on themselves but reaffirm the team is not whole without one brother. All four brothers need their father and sensei. Splinters life lost all meaning before he took in and trained his sons. They are all interconnected.


We are all interconnected.


Life is all interconnected.


Color is a very powerful representation.  


Honoring the four colors of the turtles, which do not correlate to the typical alignment, and the qualities they represent, which do


Leo- Patience, support, guidance, sustenance, conscientious, grounding


Donnie- Ingenuity, craftiness, knowledge, scientist, intellect


Raph- Passion, ferocity, strength, warm, uncontrollable, destruction, sarcastic, aggressive, loyalty


Mikey- Playful, spontaneous, friendship, bubbly, free-spirited, relaxed, adventurousness, fun


Splinter- Mysticism, unity, awareness.

Let’s meditate on it, through a rainbow meditation.


<Inhale, reach down to touch your toes, feel your red light coming from your feet and reaching deep down into the earth, exhale

Inhale, stand with your hands on your hips, feel your orange light inspiring your creativity to sing, paint, dance, exhale

Inhale, place your hands on your heart, feel all the love you will ever give and will ever receive, exhale 

Inhale, place your hands on your forehead, feel your blue light allowing you to see so much more than you know, allow yourself to see the unseen, exhale

Inhale, place your hands on top of your head, feel your purple light spreading upwards towards the Divine, feel your connection to Spirit, exhale>


Splinter encourages his sons to meditate before battle. They need to be clear in mind, clear in body, clear in heart.


But, they are kids and kids don’t do sitting well.


Instead, Mikey suggests dancing is a kind of meditation. He and Donnie lead a dance party to ready themselves mind, body, heart.


Everyone take a ribbon wand.


Dance party


Cakes and ale


Closing


Witchlette’s dance mix: