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<title>Jera</title>
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<h1>Jera</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: harvest</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>passage between worlds</li>
	<li>planting and harvesting</li>
	<li>gentle pushing of limits</li>
	<li>emotional healing</li>
	<li>slow hard-won growth</li>
	<li>there is wisdom to be gained from everything</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>disequilibrium</li>
</ul>

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

<ul>
	<li>opening up to changes in state/being</li>
	<li>expanding one's boundaries/limits</li>
	<li>guiding a dying person to the afterlife</li>
</ul>

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

<blockquote>Ger byÞ gumena hiht, ðonne God læteþ,<br>halig heofones cyning, hrusan syllan<br>beorhte bleda beornum ond ðearfum.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Summer is a joy to men, when God, the holy King of Heaven,<br>suffers the earth to bring forth shining fruits<br>for rich and poor alike.</blockquote>

<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Ár er gumna góðe;<br>get ek at o,rr var Fróðe.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Plenty is a boon to men;<br>I say that Frothi was generous.</blockquote>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>I plant scattered words<br/>
	in the garden of my notebook<br/>
	and wait to see which will sprout<br/>
	aboveground and take a look<br/>
	at the sun<br/>
	above.</p>

	<p>Sometimes it takes years,<br/>
	others only a day,<br/>
	packaged into sorrowful poem<br/>
	and then sent on its way.<br/>
	The ones that linger in the soil<br/>
	sometimes rot, having no soul<br/>
	or otherwise missed its context,<br/>
	last metro train heading home<br/>
	now departing the station.</p>

	<p>You slowly opened up to me<br/>
	like a flower blooming,<br/>
	yet inside nearly bursting<br/>
	at the seams<br/>
	to have someone to share a dream<br/>
	with. Cross-section of a seed<br/>
	that was about to germinate,<br/>
	crumpled-up squiggle of green<br/>
	sometimes with a tiny leaf<br/>
	for soil lying in wait.<br/>
	Some seeds can be frozen<br/>
	almost indefinitely,<br/>
	waiting in oblivion for a world<br/>
	that will treat them far more kindly.<br/>
	And you waited. You waited so long<br/>
	for somebody like me<br/>
	to help you remember how to breathe,<br/>
	how to grow again.</p>

	<p>My rewards in Sablade<br/>
	will be far greater than any pain<br/>
	that I must bear.<br/>
	And when comes time to die,<br/>
	I should be able to look you in the eyes<br/>
	and let you carry me gently into that good night<br/>
	and in our new home spill from my lips all the tales<br/>
	with perfect memory of all that has transpired<br/>
	since to kill Eris the first time you and I failed.</p>

	<p>A book starts from just a single word,<br/>
	and a life from a solitary breath,<br/>
	and grows day by day until<br/>
	I have a tome of praises and a gentle death.<br/>
	It always feels like torture<br/>
	in the moment of toil,<br/>
	but at the end when all comes to fruition<br/>
	I cannot help but bless the soil.</p>

	<p>I was too ambitious,<br/>
	too close to the sun.<br/>
	We didn't get to see what the<br/>
	seed would decide to become.<br/>
	We didn't get to do<br/>
	everything we wanted to<br/>
	in just one lifetime.<br/>
	Right now is an interlude.<br/>
	And when we reunite<br/>
	in Sablade, I'll give you<br/>
	a part two<br/>
	worthy of your love.</p>
</blockquote>