#hail freyr

[broomsick]

Glory to the wild, the deep woods, the quiet roar of winter

Glory to the scorching sun, the rain that rips through the clouds

Glory to the unreachable peaks, the carved rock of valleys

Glory to roots and stretching branches, and slumbering life;

Praises and veneration for the seasons.

Praise the foe of Beli, the wane son

Praise the giver of wealth, the elf lord

Praise the son of Njörðr, brother of Freyja

Praise the king of kings who is called Yngvi.

[freyrsvalkyrie]

Today is Barri 🪴

The celebration of Yngvi-Freyr and Gerðr’s consummation of their love

Barri the grove is named,

which we both know,

the grove of tranquil paths.

Nine nights hence,

there to Njörd’s son

Gerðr will grant delight.

—För Skirnis eðr Skirnismál (39)

A symbolic union for our Vanir god of fertility and Jötunn Gerðr, who often symbolises the earth. A planting of seeds! Which means it’s great time for you to plant something inside in time for warmer weather, or hel plant something outside - some garlics are great this time of year! 🧄

This year I’ve planted a Coleus (chocolate covered cherry). I also planted one last year and it was doing splendidly, buuutttt the foxes trampled it - thanks Loki!

Blessed Barri 🖤

[broomswept]

Glory to Freyr, I'm so thankful to You for granting me joy today, at a time which is draining my hope and energy. You've always extended an umbrella above my head in the storm, You've wiped my tears and You've granted me relief more times than I can count. Hail to You, praise Your holy name, I'm grateful and my heart is full with the knowledge that You're with me.

[broomsick]

A short prayer to Freyr

King of kings, hear me;

In cold Niflheim I wandered

Where sunlight withers

A quiet death to find

Away from your warmth.

Giver of joy, I plea

By your touch revived

That life flood my body

And burn me once again.

King of kings, hear me

At the foot of your throne

Find and soothe me,

And my soul guard.

Hail the Giver

Hail the Guardian

Hail the Elf-King

Hail the Wane-Son.

[broomsick]

Prose for Freyr

Rain is giving by your will, and poured with your blessing, golden King, from the meadows of Yggdrasil, where among the hidden people, you were enthroned.

Burn at the deepest reaches of the earth, along the webs of roots, under every flower. Draw life from decay, blooms from the ice, music from the hours of dawn, unspoken and true.

Trees and rushing rivers, in their might, flow with your pulse like blood. Glorious peace, by your grace, is bestowed upon grief-stricken souls, the gift of harmony beyond conflicts and strife.

Daily trials cloud the mind like fog, in the endless cycle of resting and waking, the tidal force of doubt where your hand reaches, to grasp mine and leave your mark.

Hope, the world’s undying truth, goes to dust with each sunset, and with each sunrise, is reborn again. Hear me, King of Kings, fragrant and luminous, ruling from the high seat of golden Álfheimr:

I thank you for your countless gifts, the welcome rain and sun, the moments of perfect bliss, which you give freely. I praise you for your loving presence, your grounding power, your steady guidance.

Hail to the Son on of the sea, the Brother of Freyja, the God of the World. Hail to the boar-rider, the joy-giver, the bestower of wealth-gifts and peace.

[broomsick]

Since it's the first day of the event, I thought I'd go ahead and participate in the wonderful “paganblr online fair” initiative! On this first day of the fair, I'll briefly introduce the God I worship the most, Lord Freyr. 💛 God of the seasons, Bestower of peace, King of the elves, and King of kings.

Freyr is the most renowned of the Æsir; he rules over the rain and the shining of the sun, and therewithal the fruit of the earth; and it is good to call on him for fruitful seasons and peace. He governs also the prosperity of men. Gylfaginning, the Prose Edda, paragraph 24.

It's tough putting into words everything that he is to me, but I'll try to stay brief! I don’t regard him as a patron deity because I simply never really liked the apparent formality of the concept of patron/matron. He appeared almost instantly in my life, as if he popped out of nowhere. From an emotional perspective, he struck me as a source of joy, light-heartedness, and most importantly, hope. I greatly admire him and I've worshipped him actively for around four years, a rather noteable portion of my pagan journey.

Digging into his myth and his presence in historical practices made me realize how connected I've always been to him and what he represents. Fundamentally, he is a God of nature, at least in my eyes. I view him as a deity who commands sun and rain, and who grants blessings of the earth. In my practice however, his fertility aspect is sometimes overshadowed by the great importance peace takes on when you start to work closely with him. No matter the season, and even when I feel out of touch with nature, he's always present as this feeling of peace and warmth.

In my experience, he is a deity whose personality stands out as soothing and cheerful. He always seems like he's in a bright mood, and he's generous with the signs that he sends: he will always let you know he's there. He’s understanding and encouraging, and I’m so very grateful for the joy that he’s brought me so far.

I’ll now list a bunch of things I've come to associate with him due to UPG!

Evergreen, autumn leaves, acorns, flowers

Fruit wine, or cider

Butterflies

Antlers and deer/elk imagery

Berries of all kinds

Baking

Sunsets and rainy days

Anything flower scented, especially rose scented

Dancing

Folklore related to faeries and the like

Fern, moss, rosemary, lavender

The sea and seaside coasts

Wishing a good fair to all who will participate. I’ll try to engage in other challenges when I get the time!

[broomsick]

I don't mean to sound emotional but I feel genuinely so blessed and thankful for Lord Freyr's presence in my life. I've devoted lots of time and effort to His worship, and He's always returned it in full. He's been such a steady, loving, and reliable presence.

He's helped me through so much, and He's made it clear He'll continue to do so. Hail Freyr!

[broomsick]

Sit outside in the sun. Do nothing. Close your eyes. Feel yourself breathe.

Listen for birdsong. Listen to the wind.

Watch the clouds. Watch the trees sway.

Look for patterns. Inhabit your body.

The world is vibrant and alive. There, you will meet radiant Yngvi-Frey, the giver of ár ok friðr, "peace and plenty".