Tag: rewilding

  • falling

    having slipped through the land
    last night, here, through
    this clay stuff found under feet
    i wondered at my mouth
    forgetting the words to speak
    and realize we are blind
    and none can hear
    what i say in the anyway

    including me.

    so i gave over to falling
    until i could fall no more
    and sat unexpectant down
    there in the below
    waiting for the dark sun days
    to call me back up, out
    and forth, but only
    if what is when might be
  • tossing a rune — 02sep25

    isaz
    she walks in beauty
    casting autumn in rime
    with every step and pale

    i have watched her
    coming over hill and vale
    learning to give to stone

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is isaz, which has a core meaning of “ice”. Ice is associated with beauty, stillness, stasis/preservation, the present moment and cold.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • stolen knot wings broken

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    she returned
    my stolen knot wings broken
    and gave me whale
    mixed with trinkets and scorn
    to prove that she was well

    she is not well

    i slipped my wings
    gently back on
    gave the whale
    to my pocket
    to contemplate
    later on

    slipping through door
    in the wee soul hours
    shuttered and locked behind
    wayfaring the north road home
  • at the center

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    in the cauldron season
    reconciling liminal me
    standing bíle and center
    both eyes to boiling sea

    born of raven and apple
    kin to the stone
    thorn prick'd and blooded
    given to bone

    riding the crests,
    sailing to home
  • coming home

    Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash
    waves — lands — skies
    center standing, i ash
    holding to wights
    & to wraiths
    & to the very small

    a headful of pastfall
    hearth gathering
    in the myrk & gloam
    waiting for their coming
    home
  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"
  • tossing a rune — 27aug25

    gebo
    "we sacrificed all the things we love
    to get more of nothing"
    cry the echoes of november in the empty
    of this autumn head of mine—
    gates dissolve by way of drifting snow
    revealing the only thing that's real

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity, transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something).

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • tossing a rune — 25aug25

    othala
    weary of tethers
    fingers dance the blade
    toying with cutting away jesses
    and giving wing to flight

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    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.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • unpermitted

    lost weirds wording
    mute mouth movement
    i blind eye my fuzzy sight
    waiting for fires to burn

    your permission is
    not my intention
    your permission is
    not my affliction
    i break earth in lines
    in my own damned time

    nightsitting, waiting
    giving over to my dross
    'til she bare feet comes
    never touching ground
    never turning 'round, again
  • tossing a rune — 22aug25

    hagalaz
    piercing pellets at endsummer
    an unexpected assault
    on brainpan and leaf

    soon, grass will return green
    to crickets waving a breeze

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.