![]() 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 Sowelo you grant sight you blind the arrogant wolf chased horse drawn you disappear again I rise at dawn to greet you When was the last time you rose a dawn to greet the sun? There are only 3 copies left of the original 33 handmade, limited edition rune books which contain my 33 original poems. Are you called to be a guardian of one of them? I am available for personal readings and spiritual direction either in person or by phone/FaceTime/Skype. Contact me for more information. Ingrid, the Rune Woman Changing Lives With Ancient Wisdom
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