Contributions to Skaði’s Shrine Room Prayer Box at Many Gods West 2015

As promised, here are the written prayers and petitions that were left in the prayer box (pictured) by visitors to Skaði’s Shrine Room at Many Gods West.

I copied these over as carefully as I could – I did my best to preserve the original titles, formatting, and spelling. There was one contribution with a signature in runic script that I was unable to reproduce as written, but the rest of the piece is included here.

Be sure not to miss “Snow in Summer” – a write-up by Fjothr Lokakvan, who was my roommate at MGW, about her personal experience meeting Skaði in the shrine room.

These are so beautiful. It’s such a blessing for me to receive and share these. Thank you kindly to everyone who contributed!

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Dark cave

Torch light

Wind whistling

Narrow passage

Cold earth

Leading up

Into starlight

Upon snow

Hail Skadi

~ Rose Gwiniolen

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Please, Holy Huntress,

help me learn how to hunt.

Help me learn how to survive and thrive well,

with good teachers.

Help me learn, that I may fulfill my

obligations to You.

Ves ðú hál!

S.

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Hail Skadi!

Endless gratitude for loving my sister & guiding her path.

And for joining us last September.

Hail!

+ love

KellyO

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Dear Skaði,

Thank you for what you’ve done.

Best,

Silence Maestas

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Scathe!

Slash your way through

cold’s cares

Drive your prey

give it no rest

Unbending thews

let arrow fly

Strike unerring

heart pierced through breast

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Autumn Haiku

(Contributed by Rose Gwiniolen)

People have gone

lanterns have died…

one leaf remains

~Issa

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X I

it is a gift for me

this ice

this stasis

this stability

self-reliance

is the key.

Thank you Skaði!

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I received one other wonderful contribution which was communicated to me verbally at the conference from someone who had lengthy meditation time in Her shrine room.  I took notes and reproduced it as best I can.  Here is a close approximation of it:

“I asked Her to warm me up, and then thought that She was the wrong One to ask.  But She corrected me, and said that just because She lives in the cold North doesn’t mean that She Herself is cold.  If you remain true to yourself regardless of external circumstances, then you remain flexible and whole, not brittle.”

“Then I asked Her about how to be a good warrior – how to stop fighting myself, and direct my aggression outward to my enemies instead.  She said:

There are no enemies.  I am a huntress, and the relationship I have with my prey is one of love.

A relationship of love between huntress and prey.  I sense in my bones the truth of this, but I don’t understand it.  I suspect I will be pondering it for many years.

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