Offerings from the Air Dakini Writing Retreat
One of the exercises at the Air Dakini writing retreat was an invocation of a meditational deity after a guided visualization. Here are two selections from that exercise, with gratitude to RoseJayada and Karen!
Invocation to the Beloved (Aphrodite Melissa)
When I was a baby, in my mother’s womb, Your love landed on her belly as she sat outside, in the sunlight You crawled there, on her skin, searching for me. She sat very still, awed by your love and beauty.
She told me later, Beloved, how honored she was to be gifted with this blessing on the daughter she knew would soon be in her arms
You danced Your grace on her belly, You laughed and sang her joy and gave that joy to me, inside, listening and sleepy, in the sunshine, in my mother’s belly, knowing Your love was with me, that I was made entirely of and by Your love, and love was and is my birthright.
May Your love be with us always.
May Your love bless our actions always.
May Your love guide and protect us on our path.
-RoseJayada, 2015 all rights reserved
Power, blood, fire, wind,
oak tree, lightning, blasting forge.
Voice of pain, You god of swords,
You are iron, Mother of Death,
blood-red teeth, the Mother of monsters.
You are living, all eternal,
Your heaving sword is battle-tested.
You are the oak and tender acorn,
Life in one hand, death the other.
Mother of fire, blazing iron,
walls and strength and deep black earth,
Mother of the end of all things.
Wielder of sword and bow and hammer,
maker of magic, You know the wind's secrets.
Bringer of armies, leader of men,
Hag of the Iron Wood, Chieftan of the Wolf Clan.
You lead, unflinching; You do not shirk the hard thing.
You love your children no matter how ugly.
You command, You rise--in life, in fury,
in determination. You do not look away.
God of fire, blazing passion, You lay with fire and rise unburned.
Power of ice that crushes all things,
power of earth that hides your grief,
power of fire that flows through earth and stone and mountain,
carrying loss and all your howling,
that, when it cools, builds new mountains.
You are stone and rock and hill, you are the mighty root
at the foot of all things.
Come now, Mother and Grandmother and Great-Grandmother.
Come now, Wise Woman and Healer and Shaman.
Come now, Leader and Warrior and Chief.
Come to me now and bring me wisdom.
-Karen Krebser, 2015 all rights reserved