I think I’ll step out for a spell.
ritual carving
Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash i carve away ritual
peel away the chapped &
speak with raw lips
to swear to sacred love
again
she stands stones
above the water
everyday waiting in
each finger bend
in every finger fold
a flower waiting for bloom
hush
waiting on flows form
while dawn fills—
mouth to mouth,
breath to breath,
eyes give to eyes
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casting runes — 12jan26
othala lake facing lake
in underwater to go
slipping beneath winter
cut scrimshaw carved stone
these deadlands beckon
...come, sit, eat...
blackwing at wellside up
watching the old wind sweepA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.
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casting runes — 12jan26
when of me?
when of me?
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when?
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aching at return
nothing i know am i, yet
tattooed inside lip mine
a name a name a name
carved into my femur
cut into my heart
pinned upon my sleeve
pierced onto my tongue
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asking as if need—
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waiting-sit
i waiting-sit the grove
clearing deadfall in tree
snow wash of weary
i waiting-sit the tree
stolen wind whispers
hush now, hush
stone carved stone
at edging double bottom
falling
i waiting-sit the tree
grove me mud of bone
kissed blood a’washing
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casting runes — 11jan26
berkana i dreamwalk as ley trees walk
her canopy shadow's embrace &
my head resting at her hills
drifting off in sensual slumberA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is berkana, which translates to “birch”. Birch are associated with earth-mother and maternal energies. Because birch is a “pioneer tree” which tends to grow in advance of other tree growth — especially after forest fires — berkana is associated with renewal and rebirth. Additionally, berkana has ties to liminal thresholds of all types, especially those paths to the underworld.
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casting runes — 10jan26
algiz footprints in fresh snow &
skeleton trees coaled of gloaming
owl calling between crow
a pale scythe sweeps to reapA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.
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casting runes — 10jan26
songlets — may faire
It was a bit of a surprise when an old song I had written way back when the dinosaurs still roamed the earth came into my head yesterday and wouldn’t get out. Much to my amazement, when I pulled out the guitar, the chord progression and rough playing style came back to me almost instantly.
For a bit of perspective, the song, “May Faire” has never been performed. So, it’s not like I spent uncountable hours rehearsing the song. I may have toyed around with it whenever I could not come up with something new for a few years, but it was not on the forefront of my thinking.
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casting runes — 09jan26
fehu "we want the world &
we want it now..."
rip out the barbed wire fences,
carry swine to the edge
of the world &
throw them all downA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.
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casting runes — 09jan26
Half-penny thoughts — 09jan26
Do you ever get that itchy feeling that you ought to be up to something but cannot quite put your finger on what, exactly, that something might be aside from some nebulous notions that flutter like butterflies in the summer sun inside the space most folks store their brains?
Yeah. That’s the prevailing feeling I am getting these past few days: an Ought which is disappointingly lacking in Substance.
Maybe it is just my rebellious nature itching to get out and do something in light of the recent events that have taken place in my hometown (I moderate my activism to protect my family, but would act up significantly more if I had only myself to be concerned about).
But that does not feel quite right. If I got involved with current activist events, I’d probably sign up to marshal more than agitate anyway. That feels closer to the heart of this indecipherable vibe I am feeling. Spirit/soul work of some sort, perhaps?
Well, let’s not worry about solving my conundrum. It’s very likely something I need to get at myself without external help. That’s the kind of vibe it is; internal stuff.
However, going back to the original thought at the head of this post:
How often do you feel you ought to be doing something, but cannot think of what that something might be? Frequently? Never?
And, if you do, are you always able to eventually resolve what that thing is? Or do you just let it go and hope that it comes to you a little clearer after you give it room to breathe?
Do you ever get vague hints from wherever vague hints are born? Or does the realization come directly/not at all?
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