I have been lax. I have been empty for a long time... you have not been drawn and nurtured with curiosity and warm fingertips. For a great many months you have endured the dark of your bag and the tepid sterility of a barely used nightstand.
Today however you are in my pocket, warming against my flesh and remembering my heartbeat. I poured you all out, and though I wish it had been sunlight that spilled across you, not the flickering phosphorescence of fluorescents in an office... still you are dark no more. And I touched you all, I looked deep into the crevices of your carved symbols and drank in the deep red color staring back. I traced you with a fingernail recalling all your shapes, recalling all your meanings to me that, though in truth have not been distant from me for THAT long, still seems a geological age. I was ashamed too as I looked upon you. Ashamed that something had come between us. Ashamed that the comfort and clarity you brought me had been bought and sold by the promise of another whom I invested myself in. You had never failed me. Your wisdom was perhaps not what I wanted to hear at times. Your voice was sometimes muddy and draped in fog but in the end you made sense.
So today I drew you. I drew you up and out and laid you down and read you and gleaned your meaning with a clarity and skill that time will never tarnish.
Dagaz
Kenaz
Jera
Hail to the Day! Hail to the sons of Day!
To Night and her daughter hail!
With placid eyes behold us here,
and here sitting give us victory.
Hail to the Æsir! Hail to the Asyniur!
Hail to the bounteous earth!
Words and wisdom give to us noble twain,
and healing hands while we live!
