Sunwait – Week 2
Last night, we held our second Sunwait ritual. I like this practice. I wasn’t sure how it would be, incorporating something so obviously modern into our household practice, but it’s making us so much more mindful of the coming yule and what that means, and how we can best prepare. It’s also making us far, far more aware of the important role the House of Mundilfari plays in our liturgical calendar (and seasons, days, planting, harvesting, all of it). They literally hold the architecture of the worlds together.
For our Sunwait wreath I bought an advent wreath from Lithuania. My dad’s side is all Lithuanian so I liked that it was coming from the same place half my ancestors did, and the one I chose was quite pretty. Of course, that only covers four candles so I was two short. For that, I found a smaller two-candle holder on etsy that had Jormungand biting his own tail in the center and runes about the base (I think, it hasn’t arrived yet – I’m making due with a small cast iron holder that I already had for now, but I think it has runes on it. If not, I’ll put them there lol). Last night we lit the Uruz candle.
I have a bag of candles of various sizes that I keep in a closet upstairs, and a huge, huge box of tealights that I picked up last year so we didn’t need to buy candles for our Sunwait. I just chose six of roughly the same size at random. When I was prepping the candle for last night ( carving the rune on it, putting oil on it – I used solomon’s seal oil because I like it—and then rolling it in a blessing incense) part of the bottom broke, so I just cut it off making it was even again. It was a large candle and I didn’t want to waste it. Were I using it for some sort of conjure charm, I would probably not have used a broken candle, but once I doctored it, it was just fine to burn for ritual.
I prepped a horn (my husband cracked up when I was preparing. I held up a young but lovely bottle of Puilly Fume and said, “We’re drinking this tonight. It’s too good for the horn but what the hell.” I was joking, but his response was priceless. For the record, nothing is too good for a horn that is to be used in ritual for the Gods. We tend to use various meads but not tonight. I set out an offering of the wine for the Gods, ancestors, and spirits of our household, and a separate offering for Sunna and Her family. I consecrated the start of the rite with fire and blessing chant. Our housemate Tatyana gave the prayer for Sunna (which I’ll include below), I galdred uruz and oh boy, did the rune click. It came as the horn that connects to the well of the dead, the well of memory, of Urda and the Tree. It came with a sense of pounding vitality and life. It came as mystery and initiation, the transition of young to adult, of boy to man, girl to woman, child to fully functioning member of a tribe. We hadn’t intended to do a full symbel as part of the night’s rite, but given how strong the connection between the horn carried in ritual and uruz was during the galdr, we ended up including it. So, after the galdr, we passed a horn, hailing Gods and ancestors. We closed with Sigdrifa’s prayer and then poured the offerings outside.
Next week, the rune is thurisaz and I am curious to see what insights Sunna will bring, working through this rune and what it will teach us about Yule and the coming holy time.
Prayer to Sunna for Week 2 of Sunwait (by T. Vitta) Great Sunna, the Lovely Wheel, Rides the sky, Echoing herds of aurochs Riding down the ancient planes of Eurasia. Heat and warmth, Some of many mysteries of Your unyielding will, Locked into the soil, Germinating ceaselessly. A steadfast journey, Rooted In its sacred task, As one by one You wake all creatures of the flesh. Every living thing Learns from this strength, Rooting itself in turn Into the earth, Gaining its strength and wealth From the soil. There is nothing that you fear, Goddess, No darkness, No cold, No sadness Too dark or dreary for you to waive away. A fiery circle, You bring raw vitality to all that you touch, Reminding the very earth itself Of its waking power. We are fed through the basic fibers of life, We grow from these, But embedded in all Is the All-Shining, Warmth that will without fail come back again and again And cajole life to beckon. Teach us Sunna To likewise have the courage and the endurance to be free. Just as you move through the sky You teach us of Your will and your stamina, So we ask that you teach us to be strong, willful and courageous In the face of all our challenges, How to manifest our will Even when life Is drained of beauty and hope. You are the fierce contender, Interminable will Manifesting, As you ride through the sky, Raw vital power That will ride to face all that stands in its way. Teach us to likewise ride Without flinching and cut through those who stand in our way, How to manifest the best parts of us And how to never lose our shine, Even in the darkest of times. Hail Sunna!