The Weaver's Blog

Spring Cleaning for the Soul March 1, 2010

Last Week I threw out Worrying, it was getting old and in the way. It kept me from being me; I couldn’t do things my way.

I threw out those Inhibitions; they were just crowding me out. Made room for my New Growth, got rid of my old dreams and doubts.

I threw out a book on MY PAST (didn’t have time to read it anyway).
Replaced it with New Goals, started reading it today.

I threw out childhood toys (remember how I treasured them so?) Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago.

Bought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL, and I MUST. Threw out I might, I think and I ought. WOW, You should’ve seen the dust!

I ran across a few OLD FRIENDS, haven’t seen him in a while. I believe
their name is DIETY, Yes, I really like their style.

They helped me to do some cleaning and added some thing’s themself. Like PRAYER, HOPE and FAITH, Yes I placed them right on the shelf.

I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door. I FOUND IT – its called PEACE. Nothing gets me down anymore.

Yes, I’ve got my house looking nice. Looks good around the place. For things like Worry and Trouble there just isn’t any place.

Its good to do a little house cleaning, get rid of the old things on the shelf. It sure makes things brighter; maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF.

~~~Anonymous

Prayer to Frigga January 2, 2010

From the darkness of earth you arise,
Fjorgvin’s first daughter,
Bending like the birch tree
at the bounds of the glacier.
You are the stillness at the heart of the world,
you are its silence.
Rams with white fleeces
roam free round your dwelling:
In your hall stands a loom;
Norns spin the thread for your weaving.
It is warped with the fates of the world,
Only you see the pattern.
You sit at the head of the hearth,
twelve maidens blaze around you,
Sparks spun from your brightness.
In their faces you are reflected;
You are all the women of all the worlds,
you are the Beloved.
Giver of Law are you,
and High Seat of Sovereignty.
Allfather counsels kings,
but it is you who choose them.
You teach magic to queens;
you give names to the nations.
Golden the god you gave birth to,
but Laufey’s child betrayed him.
Your son will return
when all else you love is ended,
All this you know,
but you say nothing.

All-mother, around your altar now we are gathered,
Women and Men together, wanting your wisdom,
Holy one hearken, hasten to help us.

By Dianna Paxson
Originally published in Idunna 43, 2000

This is my Favorite Solstice Poem December 11, 2009

Deep Winter Affirmation Prayer

The year ends in darkness, with absence of light
Days shortened and shadow enshrouded
Long, still, ebony hours of night
Silent and dimly cold clouded

Yet, the voice of a dream affirms meaning in night
With purpose the darkness is rife
It whispers the chill, stark absence of light
Is a metaphor searching for life

In the deep cold of winter, in the length of the night
Nine candles glow bright from afar
The sun returns with briefbright Solstice light
Earth is lit by the hope of one star

Each soul, as the seasons, turns like a wheel
A sacred cycle each of us make
When things seem the darkest, the circles reveal
That the light may be ready to break

And so we believe that the darkness will end
That a warm wind will swallow the cold
That the world will be something we can comprehend
As the seasons expand and unfold

Once a heart understands the nature of change
It is free to wait for the dawn
To know warmth is not rare, affection not strange
In total darkness; the light is not gone

The heart speaks a promise the mind cannot break
That there is nothing that cannot be mended
Never a nightmare from which you can’t wake
Nor a hurt that cannot be transcended

Darkness can be washed away by the light
Disillusion by laughter undone
Depression can be replaced by delight
Despair bleached to hope by the sun

Even bone-cracking winter ends with new birth
As the world is rekindled with green
There isn’t a stain on the heart or the earth
That cannot be finally washed clean

Though our world is still threatened by darkness and pain
And we sometimes feel frightened and small
The light is still stronger, it’s strength will remain
And love is the strongest of all

Edwina Peterson Cross ©December 2002

She Weeps November 17, 2009

(I didn’t write any of this, it came to me in an email that totally touched me, and I wanted to share it!!)

She weeps for a great river where willows will not grow.
She weeps for a field where grain and herbs will not grow.
She weeps for a pool where fishes cannot live.
She weeps for a waterside where reeds cannot live.
She weeps for a woodland where trees do not grow.
She weeps for a garden where honey and wine are not found.
She weeps for a place where life is not found.
~Babylonian Lament Of The Goddess

In ancient times, winter was imagined as a time when the Goddess wept for the death of her lover, the god of vegetation. Her tears watered the ground, preparing it for the god’s rebirth in springtime. The more intense her lamentation, the more the following season would be fruitful, the grains plentiful.

Thus the rains and snows of winter were acknowledged to be, however inconvenient and even dangerous, necessary for the life of the planet to continue. Today the winter of extinction has come to entire species, and even the laments of the Goddess cannot bring them back. Rivers have died, lakes are in danger. What has been our part in it?

We do not ask. Instead we reap the benefits of the death of nature, consuming more and more, discarding more and more. The Goddess weeps, but she cannot weep enough to bring back all that has been lost. It is up to each of us, to help revitalize our earth.