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<title>Sowelo</title>
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<h1>Sowelo</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: sun</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>impending challenging surprise</li>
	<li>rapid spiritual awakening</li>
	<li>restorative vitality</li>
	<li>blessings</li>
	<li>courage</li>
	<li>unpleasant unexpected change</li>
	<li>you will be cared for in the end</li>
	<li>escape from stagnation</li>
	<li>there is reason for hope</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>arrogance</li>
	<li>cruelty</li>
	<li>overreliance on external validation/guidance</li>
</ul>

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

<ul>
	<li>making one's mark on the world</li>
	<li>restoring one's energy</li>
	<li>victory through individual will</li>
</ul>

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

<blockquote>Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte,<br>ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ,<br>oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers<br>when they journey away over the fishes' bath,<br>until the courser of the deep bears them to land.</blockquote>

<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Sól er landa ljóme;<br>lúti ek helgum dóme.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sun is the light of the world;<br>I bow to the divine decree.</blockquote>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>What comes after<br/>
	disaster?<br/>
	What follows<br/>
	the worst possible outcome?</p>

	<p>The wind in its wealth carries your words:<br/>
	<i>keep going, get a move on.</i></p>

	<p>I was told the Eschaton<br/>
	was but a cleansing that stretched out long<br/>
	to destroy all that prevented me<br/>
	from accepting<br/>
	my title as Solstice and my being as Lethe,<br/>
	but I've achieved both<br/>
	and all still grows worse<br/>
	and I know not how much longer I can drag<br/>
	this body of mine writing verses in red<br/>
	before I end up lifeless, drained, inert<br/>
	in the back of a hearse.</p>

	<p>You said we were palm pals, that you'd spend your life<br/>
	keeping me non-feral, safe, happy at your side.<br/>
	But my hand<br/>
	stands<br/>
	empty, cold, bleeding out<br/>
	and held up to the sky to catch the sun before in clouds<br/>
	it drowns.</p>

	<p>How much longer to go? How much more time to wait<br/>
	until the tragedy leaves me and the sorrow abates?<br/>
	You promised I'd be dead by May,<br/>
	assured me in the dead of night<br/>
	as from anxiety I could not stifle a weep.<br/>
	And I know it's not your fault<br/>
	it was a promise you could not keep.<br/>
	Not all in the future you can see clearly enough to tell<br/>
	and even if plans are made, ever-shifting is the Veil.</p>

	<p>Blanketed by thunder at four forty-four,<br/>
	arm around my waist to hold me secure.<br/>
	The moon reflects the rays of the sun,<br/>
	but it cannot do so all of the time.<br/>
	So when plumbs on the dark, my love,<br/>
	grant me the light to survive.</p>
</blockquote>