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Frau Holle

I am Ostara, leaving my hill in the springtime, life in my wake.
I am Freya, turn maidens to women, my apples are ripe for the shaking and taking.
I am Hulda the Gracious, gifting you with a good year, and gold from my well.
I am Frigga, checking your housework and spinning, meting what you deserve.
I am Hel, round me flutter the souls of the unborn and stillborn, and children died young.
I am Perchta the Gleaming, the awe of beauty and terror, I lead the Wild Hunt.
I am Holle shaking the the bedding, covering Midgard, my snow globe, in white.

Michaela Macha


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This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
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Artwork by Jackie Hannigan, used by permission.
More of her art on Frigga's Blessings.