Oak Grove Runes Class: Uruz (January 23rd)
I'm about a week late with this one again, but last week was made of a lot of people and a lot of lead up to my weekend. I've a bit of catch-up to be doing all over the place. Class itself, though, was lovely enough. The was more direction and there was so much discussion. It's being taught in a whole lot of different ways all at once.
I bought My Girl this time, but Earl stayed home sick. We start out by talking about what we've learned from the last rune. Our experiences of how we saw it coming into or working its way through our days or weeks. The highlights. Which things we did or didn't do. Getting to look over our journal page(s).
We go into the new class reading the Runic Poems. Specifically the Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem, the Norwegian Rune Poem, and the Icelandic Rune Poem. Each in turn, read out loud for people to hear it, and then we discuss what we think the words meant, the images for during that period of time. How it relates or things have changed throughout the years.
Then we talk about the history that's related to the rune. Except this part is less talking (even as there is talking in it) and its more the meat of the class. Where we learn how the runes have relation in the mythos and in magic. We got into interesting discussions about our thoughts on Thorsson's correspondences.
We did the Galdr, both for Fehu and Uruz. And decided interestingly enough as a group to work up to three Galdr sets for each of the Aettirs (the three divisions of the runes into set of eight). I, also, during the last week found Mudras, hand movements, that go with each of the Runes, so I'm working that in.
We wrote the runes on our skin and everyone broke free for dinner. Which was an amazing double sauce spaghetti night, white and red, noodles and spaghetti squash. And everyone gathering around those tables and that kitchen again. The places of such warmth and family abounding.
And people who notably didn't push me too hard about the coming weekend. Who laid their heads on top of my heads (for I am short) and then ask me how I was doing, or let me lay my head on their shoulder and not say anything at all. It's family. They take and give, like the flow of water. A new, slowly forming home.