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 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,
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.
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.
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.