Prayer to Odin and the Reversed Othala
Allfather Odin, Wanderer on the winds, Keeper of wisdom bought with sacrifice, I call to You in this hour of unmooring.
The rune Othala lies reversed in my hand— ancestral walls turned inside out, foundations shifting, inheritance questioned. It is the letting go of soil I cannot till, the bloodline burdens I no longer bear, the walls of home that keep spirit captive.
Bless me, One-Eyed God, with Your seeing that pierces veils. Let what is not mine to hold slip from my grasp without bitterness. Grant me the courage to step beyond the fences of the familiar, to claim freedom even in rootlessness.
Teach me that true inheritance is not stone nor soil, nor even name, but the breath of spirit, the fire of will, and the path I carve in wyrd.
Odin, Father of Runes, guide me with this fallen Othala, that I may break chains wisely, walk as exile yet not lost, and find in the wide unbounded world the greater hall of my becoming.
Hail Odin, Hail the Rune, Hail the blessing in the breaking.
