Adorations of the Disir

Litany to the Disir. Saving this for later, so I can use bits of it in my own work. (I see several bits that are definitely going in the (in progress) Prairie Godmother devotional.)

Sarenth Odinsson

I adore You, Mitochondrial Eve.

I adore You, Ancient Women.

I adore You, Eldest Kin.

I adore You, Embla.

I adore You, Women of Strength.

I adore You, Women of Power.

I adore You, Women of Resolve.

I adore You, Women of Wisdom.

I adore You, Leaders.

I adore You, Warriors.

I adore You, Healers.

I adore You, Farmers.

I adore You, Hunters.

I adore You, Crafters.

I adore You, Grandmothers.

I adore You, Mothers.

I adore You, Sisters.

I adore You, Daughters.

I adore You, Aunts.

I adore You, Nieces.

I adore You, Who are Women in Heart and Soul.

I adore You, Strong-standing.

I adore You, Fierce-hearted.

I adore You, Unbent-backs.

I adore You, Unscorched Souls.

I adore You, Blazing Hearts.

I adore You, Strong of Hands.

I adore You, Steady Legged.

I adore You, Firm-footed.

I adore You, Stout-hearted.

I adore You, Holders of Lines.

I adore…

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