They are a Madman, a Magician, and a clever Trickster.
They are a Lover, a Shaman, and a wily Shapeshifter.
They are a Seiðmaðr, a Consort, and a Master of Boundaries.
They are my heart’s sweetest Friend…
And I’m so glad that They found me ❤
#30 days
So here it is — July again!
And, as is tradition, this blog will be participating in a Month for Loki – that’s 30 days of devotional posting in honor of the Norse God, Loki Laufeyjarson
So, to start things off, here’s a short devotional prayer by ladybrythwensinclair, on Tumblr :
“Hail to the Friend of the Wanderer
Hail to the Keeper of the Torch of Summer*
Hail to the Laughing God of Trickery
Bless and walk with us this day”
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*The star Sirius is associated with Loki and known in antiquity as Loki’s Torch (Lokabrenna). It is associated also with the hottest part of summer in the northern hemisphere (aka the dog days of summer).
While I know that there are bigger things going on today than what’s going on with me and my *feelings* – I wanted to share this poem.
It is the way that I feel.
Today is Memorial Day in the United States.
For folks of all faiths who have fallen in the service of our country, hail to the honored dead.
May they be fondly remembered and their service honored, even if the reasons and conflicts were wrongheaded.
To serve is honorable, even if the leaders and wars are not.
May they be in our flowing cups freshly remembered.
This Mothers’ Day:
Maybe your mother was the perfect mother
Maybe she carried you
bled for you
sang to you
smiled at you
nurtured you and marveled in you
Maybe she understood your essence
and was patient and let you unfold
in your own time and in your own way
honoring the heart of you all the while
Maybe your mother cared for you
Maybe she was there for you
long past childhood days
Maybe your mother worked for you
cooked for you, sewed for you
Maybe your mother listened to you
Maybe she held space for you
Maybe your mother laughed with you
played with you
stayed with you through all your years
Maybe your mother protected you
But
Maybe she neglected you
rejected you
Maybe she abandoned you
hard-handed you
betrayed you
flayed you
Maybe your mother couldn’t mother
Maybe your mother forgot you
Maybe your mother lost interest
Maybe she grew cold
Maybe she never really loved you
Maybe you were just her duty
for a little while
Maybe your mother did the best she could
with what she had
Maybe she was sick or sad
Maybe her mother was bitter or bad
and hurt her in her deepest parts
Now
Maybe you are a mother
Maybe you are a perfect mother
Maybe you pour abundant love into
your daughters, your sons
Maybe you delight in them
Maybe you struggle
Maybe you feel exhausted
resentful
lost and unseen
Maybe you feel nothing
Maybe you are just surviving
Maybe you are not a mother
but long to be a mother
Maybe you mother others
Maybe you don’t want to be a mother;
will never be a mother
Yet
We all need a mother
Yes, we do
And maybe there is a perfect mother
just for you
She is the mother of your mother
and your mother’s mother
and back as far as the eye can see
or mind can know
or soul can feel
to the first mother
Lie on the grass and feel her heart
You were formed of Her earth
You come from Her waters
Her winds kiss your cheek eternally
Her rains cry with you when you cry
and wash your wounds
She will heal you
nourish you
wait for you
She will give you beauty
She will give you joy
She will give you new life
again and again
She will always be there
to enfold you in Her embrace
when at last you return —
Maybe you have the perfect mother . . .
~ Rebekah Myers, A Perfect Mother
copyright © 5/9/2021 by Rebekah MyersSacredSistersFullMoonCircle
Happy Mother’s day to all of the Mothers 🌺
Happy Mother’s day to the Dads who do it all without a partner.
To the mothers whose babies never made it to Earth, or came to Earth but did not stay
To the mothers whose babies went to be with the Gods before we wanted them to.
Happy Mother’s day to the folx who want desperately to be a mother, but the Gods haven’t given you that chance just yet.
Happy Mother’s day to the teachers, the day care workers, the nannies, the foster parents who every day mother somebody else’s babies.
Today we honor you, but we love you every single day ❤️
Sometimes you have to wait
in the dark
For what seems like forever
Stuck
Certain no progress is being made,
not even a little growth
Nothing seems alive
You, least of all
It doesn’t even feel like waiting, truth be told,
since waiting implies an end in sight —
and you haven’t seen one of those
in ages.
You’re sure you’ve been abandoned
Forgotten
It seems as though your own soul may have deserted you
But then one day
A day you didn’t think would come —
The smallest of cracks appears
Then the crack turns into an opening
Then the opening a breaking free.
Maybe it was the way the sun hit,
or how the rain fell
or how the planets aligned
or maybe something deep within you simply knew: NOW.
It’s not just that you’ve come back to life, though
You’re different.
The life within you feels humbler, since you know you know less now.
And more grounded, since your roots were silently growing deep all this time.
You understand now, there was something happening,
something profound
in that slow and tedious germination.
It’s a miracle, isn’t it?
How even in the longest and most brutal of winters
thousands of seeds are plotting
a most magnificent spring.~
~Leyla Aylin
http://www.leylaaylin.com
art: Shanna Trumbly
