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<title>Nauthiz</title>
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_naudiz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/nauthiz.svg" alt="Nauthiz rune" title="Nauthiz rune"></a></p>
<h1>Nauthiz</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: need</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>desperation</li>
	<li>desperate courage</li>
	<li>tight binding/locking</li>
	<li>perseverance despite emotional turmoil or pain</li>
	<li>resilience</li>
	<li>loyalty despite difficulties</li>
	<li>courage to ask for help</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>external circumstances restrict freedom</li>
	<li>hostile environment</li>
	<li>too focused on externalities - turn/look within</li>
</ul>

<p>Nauthiz can be useful for:</p>

<ul>
	<li>continuing on despite pain</li>
	<li>eliminating hate and strife</li>
	<li>recognizing/acknowledging your personal needs</li>
</ul>

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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Nyd byþ nearu on breostan; weorþeþ hi þeah oft niþa bearnum<br>to helpe and to hæle gehwæþre, gif hi his hlystaþ æror.</blockquote>

<blockquote>
Trouble is oppressive to the heart;<br>yet often it proves a source of help and salvation<br>to the children of men, to everyone who heeds it betimes.</blockquote>

<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Nauðr gerer næppa koste;<br>nøktan kælr í froste.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Constraint gives scant choice;<br>a naked man is chilled by the frost.</blockquote>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>What was once a tiny candle<br/>
	now burns brighter<br/>
	than the flames of hell.</p>

	<p>The blood boils in my veins,<br/>
	an altar to nobody set ablaze.<br/>
	I'm straining my neck to peer up high<br/>
	at the furious one who gave me life.</p>

	<p>Or, rather, took it away<br/>
	several times, each molded into a different shape,<br/>
	and assumes just because she designed the mold<br/>
	means she forever has the right to me control.</p>

	<p>Ironically, deep down in the dirt<br/>
	of the lowest roots of Yewiffe<br/>
	is so painfully bright<br/>
	that I feel I could go blind<br/>
	at any moment, limbs in agreement<br/>
	that to even move a twitch is to hurt.<br/>
	How nice it would be to lie down and sleep...</p>

	<p>Legs stumble, steady arm<br/>
	around my shoulders<br/>
	keeping me upright.<br/>
	"We've come so far,<br/>
	Lethe. Just one more time<br/>
	I have to ask you to bloody<br/>
	your hands, whatever, claws,<br/>
	and fight."</p>

	<p>Your hand finds mine.<br/>
	I don't want to die,<br/>
	I think. I don't want to write<br/>
	you off as a lost cause<br/>
	like you once did yourself,<br/>
	you, yourself, me,<br/>
	turned your back in abandoning<br/>
	that winter cave not too long ago.<br/>
	My hand in yours, counting heartbeats<br/>
	as you threw yourself into dreamless sleep.<br/>
	Hopeless you thought you, yourself.<br/>
	Until one day came a change of heart:<br/>
	"Lethe, I can't do this alone.<br/>
	The living, I mean.<br/>
	Please <em>help me.</em>"</p>

	<p>So many shattered souls for which I must atone.<br/>
	My weight on your shoulders,<br/>
	mountain rising<br/>
	to meet the blurry all-sun sky.<br/>
	Palm pals, sunny future<br/>
	with our fingers intertwined,<br/>
	the tree branches of Yewiffe hopelessly reaching high.</p>

	<p>"The present feeds off the corpse of the past<br/>
	when from the hope of a future it is shorn.<br/>
	I have come to end the cycle of puppets.<br/>
	I have come to make myself reborn."</p>
</blockquote>