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—
when, oh when of me?
Tag: rewilding
when of me?
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
i waiting-sit alonecasting 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.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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?
waiting to begin
awake to ear ringing
& litmus tests papering
our present lavender
faint, the voice calling
so i resthead on the ley
hoping for to clarion that
lost in babble on & on
a need to root in & stone
branching out & to oak
careless as a whisper
on the wind
i wait for them in
forgotten corridors
waiting to begincasting runes — 08jan26
wunjo tug of the healer calling
drawing up a hood
walking the woods
as i did once & againA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 07jan26
fehu daggers gnaw the wolf's belly
as he surveys snowy plains for
young reindeer to offer "protection"A 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.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 06jan26
thurisaz pinprick crimson welling
nearly night for richness red
leaving behind chants & cantrips
trailing bright against snow
dragging, we cut tether with
leather-strapped bone
weary, we rest
drawing warmth from mother sunA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
