Booming waves flood narrow geos and surge jagged sea stacks, its wild heartbeat syncing with Kópr’s soul song as she kneels in her cottage of turf and stone, awakening embers. This ancient fire, its crackling flames and saining smoke, inspires prayer, an incantation spanning manifold generations, when, finally, dream-walking women of her DNA spin vision. Seal-gray irises gaze into those braided with green, amber, and blue, a tapestry of poetic prophecy punctuated at energetic vortices by the rattling of whale bones and a quiet, tranced sigh. Within the stillness between breath and spiraling blood kinship, a hoarse keening bodement escapes dry, cracked lips, “Listen to the Mother because the Father has betrayed her!” Uncloaked, intuitive realization travels spinal dragon helix paths, raising gooseflesh and a matrilineal wellspring of ancestral memory, armoring daughters who traverse Sea, Land, and Sky, interconnected. Booming waves flood narrow geos and surge jagged sea stacks, its wild heartbeat syncing with Kópr’s soul song as she kneels in her cottage of turf and stone, awakening embers.
Journal Prompt: “Listen to the Mother because the Father has betrayed her!” Meditate on this phrase for a few moments. What does its message invoke deep within you?
Notes
This piece resulted from trancework and discussion with Laura Daligan a few days ago. Do not be surprised if Kópr (Old Norse for “seal” and “to gaze”) is the subject of more poetic journeys.