#morzanna

[rosedaphne]

– slavic goddess of winter and death.

[theslavicpath-blog]

Patience, Morana, and the Rain of Dodola (Part 1)

Yesterday I tried to learn patience through Morana.  It was thundering yesterday, with no sign of rain; and, I thought it would be a perfect time to sit outside, and patiently wait for the rain. I am not a patient person. I try not to show my impatience, but my aura gives it off, and it makes the atmosphere uncomfortable for other people which in turn makes me uncomfortable.  I also took my journal with me, deciding to write before sitting down. Sure, the journal would get wet, but it is paper, and that is why I used pen! A few wet pages will not cause me anger.  So I sat outside the little front patio of my school’s dorm/house, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore everything around me. I tried to hold still from the bugs, from the noises, from car slams, from the wondering eyes I could sense.  I breathed, breathed, and breathed.  The air was chilly. It took a while to get used to the thunder sounds, and the wind whisking. I thought, maybe it was because I was not invoking Perun, but Morana. Perhaps, I had accidentally hurt Perun, because here I was, outside with thunder thinking of Morana in the summer. But, I was trying to learn patience. When I think of patience, I think of Morana. I think of how she waits for the seasonal change. I think of how she stays close, but far away as the next human depicts her, beats her, burns her, and worships her. So I sat there, with my eyes closed, back straight as I waited for the rain. The rain never came. I’m not sure how long I stayed outside, maybe around 30 minutes but the thunder stopped, and the clouds turned bright again. 

The rain never came, but that did not matter. What mattered is that I became clear.  My mind became clear. My anxiety left. The wind stopped biting me. No longer was I annoyed at the simple things by my housemates. No longer was I upset when public safety would appear 10-30 minutes late while I waited outside.  I believe that I achieved what I set out to, and I have to thank Morana, more than anyone else.  

[theslavicpath-blog]

When I feel lonely, and outcasted in my dorm...Morana speaks to me more than ever.

[notdoll]

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