Close your eyes,
Ground your body,
And breathe into the base of your spine.
Feel the heaviness of your bones settle into the earth.
Each breath,
Each tone is a way to touch the web,
To listen,
Realign,
Or speak something new into the weave.
This meditation is not a ritual nor a reenactment,
It's a remembering.
Let your breath,
Your voice,
And your body become a sacred instrument of alignment.
Inhaling through your nose,
And gently exhaling through your mouth.
Let your breath flow into rhythm like the waves of time pulling at the shore.
Now bring your awareness to the base of your spine,
And imagine a glowing thread extending downward into the roots of the world tree.
This thread is your lineage,
Your memory,
Your foundation.
With each inhale,
Feel it anchor you,
And with each exhale,
Feel it hold you.
Breathing in to anchor,
And breathing out,
Feeling it hold you.
Now place one hand at your lower belly and the other at your chest.
Begin to hum softly.
Just enough to feel the vibration rise from the core of your ribs.
Let the hum be steady,
Grounded,
Not for beauty,
But for truth.
You are not chanting for performance,
You are humming into the weave.
You are becoming the thread.
Now imagine with each breath,
You're weaving,
Casting tone like a shuttle through the loom of life.
Breathe in and listen.
Breathe out and hum.
Breathe in,
Feel out,
Speak gently.
If you feel called,
Speaking a single word aloud,
Such as truth,
A line,
Or clear.
Let it come from your belly.
Speak it again.
Let your voice carry intention.
Now bring to mind a rune if you know one.
Perhaps redo for movement,
Sowilo for light,
Or berkano for healing.
Whisper the name slowly.
Let it vibrate through your chest.
Imagine its shape in your mind's eye and trace it with your voice.
Now whisper,
I remember.
This phrase alone is enough to draw your thread back into place.
Now fall into silence.
Sit in the stillness that follows the sound.
This is where the weaving happens.
You have spoken,
You have hummed,
Now you listen.
Take a final breath into your belly.
Exhale with awareness.
Bring your hands to your heart and whisper silently.
I am woven,
I am aligned,
I carry the voice of my fate.
And when you're ready,
Gently open your eyes,
Rooted in presence,
Stretched between earth and sky like Yggdrasil itself.