come the riders of the storm
with their galleons and steel
with their spinning and yearning
to rip down gossamer veils, all
winds tearing through and calling
for to take up the night's ride
here comes the deadliest season
lock your doors against that cry
Half-penny thoughts — 29sep25
I made it to my fourth crochet row on a non-project (no goal other than getting more comfortable with crochet) before everything got really ugly and went terribly wrong. That’s progress beyond just beyond getting a foundation row more than five loops long. I won’t be crocheting any afghans soon, but it is progress.
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casting runes — 29sep25
ingwaz holding hands, casting winks
we stepped aboard
the northbound rail
the car was crowded, yet
not everyone's destination
was so far as ours:
under the turquoise veilA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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casting runes — 29sep25
