A prayer I wrote some time ago but felt compelled to share. I've been focusing a lot on love lately--for friends, partners, family, community, and myself. It's been subtle, but I've felt her inspiration and guidance and it makes me incredibly grateful.

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Hail the divine Princess, Daughter, and Survivor. Hail Gullveig. With open hearts and open minds, we welcome you. Taken from your land, taken from your people, You persevered through unthinkable woe. We offer you peace, respect, and comfort.

Hail the divine Lady, Lover, and Warrior. Hail Freyja. With open hearts and open arms, we welcome you. Chooser of the fallen and defender of your kin, You act with justice, honor, and might. We offer you thanks, reverence, and loyalty.

Hail the divine Queen, Mother, and Seeress. Hail Frigg. With open hearts and open eyes, we welcome you. Mourning your husband and grieving your son, You carry on through unspeakable sorrow. We offer you warmth, rejuvenation, and love.

Hail the divine Amber Goddess. With utmost devotion, we welcome you. Perceiving the secrets weaved within the Wyrd, You fight to defend those you hold dear. We offer you exaltation.

sometimes reverence for land starts very simply:

learning the names of local plants. noticing where water gathers. thanking a tree before taking from it. picking up trash. leaving a place better than you found it. sitting quietly long enough to feel the mood of the land.

animism is not always spectacle.

Prayer to Freyja, Weaver of Magic

Lady of gold and falcon’s wing, Whose heart beats with fire and moonlight, I call to You, Freyja, Mistress of seiðr and the deep currents unseen.

You walk between the worlds, Threading fate with hands both tender and strong, Teaching the wise to bend the wind, To speak the language of root and stone, To hear the hidden pulse of all things.

Goddess of desire and fierce will, You remind us that love is not weakness, That beauty can be a blade, And longing a lantern in the dark.

Grant me the courage to shape my own thread, To weave with skill and truth, To call forth what is mine without fear, And to release what binds me in shadow.

Let Your magic fill my breath and my bones, So that I may see the secret paths, And walk them with grace and wild power, As one who honors You.

Hello all! It's been quite awhile, so it's about time I did another spring giveaway! This will be featuring items from my Etsy shop (LINKED HERE) especially since it's been sooooo slow lately - I was laid off from my second job, so I need to focus more time on this to make ends meet. I'm also running a sale, now through the end of Feb!💚

Giveaway ends on Feb 28th, and the winners will be selected via random number generator. 3 winners total!!

Rules are: -Reblogs count for entry (please don't spam!) -18+ only (or with guardian permission) - you must be willing to share your shipping address with me -US only please, our current international shipping situation is rocky at best -Don't tag this post as "giveaway"; doing so will alert the tumblr gods and cause the whole giveaway to be invalid

Hail Loki, Fire-walker, world-shifter, You who stand where endings burn and beginnings spark.

As the old year falls to ash, I set it before you— its mistakes, its lessons, its laughter and its scars. What must be broken, break. What must be burned, burn clean.

Loki, mover of fates, Teach me to walk the changing road with open eyes and quick wit. Grant me the courage to unmake what no longer serves, and the wisdom to laugh when the path bends unexpectedly.

Let this new year be forged, not given. Let truth be sharp, not cruel. Let change be chosen, not feared. Where I stumble, teach me to rise altered. Where I cling, teach me to release.

Fire in the hearth, fire in the mind, fire in the blood— stand with me as the year turns.

Not as master, not as servant, but as companion in becoming.