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,
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
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!
Sunna in Her glory

About ganglerisgrove

Galina Krasskova has been a Heathen priest since 1995. She holds a Masters in Religious Studies (2009), a Masters in Medieval Studies (2019), has done extensive graduate work in Classics including teaching Latin, Roman History, and Greek and Roman Literature for the better part of a decade, and is currently pursuing a PhD in Theology. She is the managing editor of Walking the Worlds journal and has written over thirty books on Heathenry and Polytheism including "A Modern Guide to Heathenry" and "He is Frenzy: Collected Writings about Odin." In addition to her religious work, she is an accomplished artist who has shown all over the world and she currently runs a prayer card project available at

Posted on November 21, 2020, in Heathenry, Holy Tides and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I had to look up Puilly Fume fancy pants. When I buy wine, I ask two questions: “Is it red?” and “Is the bottle art cool?”
    Beautiful prayer Tatyana.


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