Ringing in the New Year with Runes.
It's a special enough occasion that I'm doing a three rune drawing to welcome in 2022. Heh, I keep typing 2002.
Even now, I find when I hold my bag of runes, it's hard to let them go. This has never happened with any deck of Tarot cards. Clutching them to my heart as if my life depended on it. Maybe it does.
And with that, Happy 2022.
- 1st Rune - Uruz. Overview. Manhood, the wild ox. I immediately broke down in tears when I began reading about this rune, though I've done it many times before. Beast of burden, that is I. I admit it. I'm sure you can tell from past entries 2021 has been a bitch of a year for me, and I for one will not be sorry to see it go. The sorrow at times has been overwhelming.
- 2nd Rune - Laguz. Challenge Flow and water. Opening up to new unconscious channels. I descend, get battered and bloodied, yet still emerge victorious. For like Odin, I sacrifice myself to myself, harder, stronger, faster, and *I*! I will snarl and pick up my axe and RUN into battle, the smell of blood and fire in my nostrils. The time for tears has passed. The time to get sucked into the whirlpool is NOW.
- 3rd Rune - Sowelu! Action Sowelu is the rune of wholeness, and the one I have the greatest attraction to. The tears flow again, but theses are the tears of birth. I scream into the void. Though the winds and snow of winter whip around my body, I will go on. I WILL GO ON. There is no pleasure to be found in the past now. All is stillness, for there is nothing left to want. Nothing to hold on to, except that center. It is a rune I have known all my life, yet never could completely pin down. Hurricane? Lightning? That which I seek. To leap into the center of the storm itself, and come out stronger than ever thought possible. I die. That is a fact. Unavoidable. Yet I will breathe beer breath into the face of Death itself and knock it over. So there you motherfucker. PFFFFFFT! Do I laugh at Death? Not anymore. It will have its due sooner or later. So many gone, and so many yet to go. With this rune seared onto my breast, I will go on. I will...go on! I will fucking go on, with my middle finger pointed to the sky.
Even now, I find when I hold my bag of runes, it's hard to let them go. This has never happened with any deck of Tarot cards. Clutching them to my heart as if my life depended on it. Maybe it does.
And with that, Happy 2022.