Perhaps you think of the sun as being male, as the Greeks and Roman did. For those of us whose ancestors came from the North, the land of the midnight sun, the land of twilight winters, the sun is female, Sunna, the great mother of warmth and light and growth and I suspect that if we go back far enough we will find that she and the earth and the moon are all sisters.
This morning as I was walking in the Lone Fir Pioneer Cemetery in Portland, Oregon I was momentarily blinded by the sun as she rose up out of the earth and appeared between the trunks of several winter-bare trees.
I paused in awe, remembering back to a time when my ancestors rose to greet the sun each morning, humble in their relationship, never assuming at night that she would automatically return.
Here is the poem I wrote for Sunna which can be found in my rune book (un) familiar:
I rise at dawn
to greet you Sunna
singing your song
you grant sight
you blind the arrogant
I rise at dawn
to greet you
When was the last time you rose a dawn to greet the sun?
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Ingrid, the Rune Woman
Changing Lives With Ancient Wisdom
Our Northern European ancestors lived in a harsh, unforgiving world where it was dark and cold almost half the year. They revered the gods and spirits of the land. They honored and respected fire because it was essential for survival. And in fact it still is, even if we in modern times have forgotten that. We are arrogantly disconnected from it, perhaps even forgetting about the necessity of its presence.
When was the last time you honored the spirits of fire when you flipped on the light switch, adjusted your heater's thermostat or enjoyed a bowl of steaming soup?
Fire is never still. It creates through destruction and in that destruction smoke is released. The earth breaks things down slowly through rot and decay. Fire breaks things down rapidly to the smallest of particles.
Some ancient cultures have stories about how humans stole fire from the gods. Not so for us of the Northern Traditions. Fire was always a part of our world. In fact it is part of our creation story.
Fire is alive; we can never master or contain it. And just like the ocean, we must never turn our back on fire nor take it for granted.
Two runes that are intimately connected with fire are Nauthiz and Cweorth.
Here are the poems I wrote for them. They are part of the collection of my 33 original rune poems found in my book the (un) familiar.
'summoned by need
gaunt from starvation
from the cave
you are a hungry rune
fueled by bitter necessity
fierce with determination
sparks ancestral memory
ancient fires ignite'
it is you
fire of Surt
who consumes the gods
in the end
your concern is
what must be
burn my flesh away
leaving only ash'
A great resource of information about Spirit Work In The Norse Tradition is the book Neolithic Shamanism by Raven Kaldera and Galina Krasskova. Chapter 7 The Red World is about the spirits of Fire.