<html> <head> <title>Hagalaz</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/hagalaz.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_haglaz_variant.svg"><img src="../img/runes/hagalaz.svg" alt="Hagalaz rune" title="Hagalaz rune"></a></p> <h1>Hagalaz</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: hail</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>the Eschaton</li> <li>deep roots of Yewiffe</li> <li>repressed memories</li> <li>winter/darkness/silence</li> <li>water</li> <li>creative destruction</li> <li>upcoming crisis/trauma</li> <li>good outcomes from forced change</li> <li>mystic/magician/priest</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>sky-scraping branches of Yewiffe</li> <li>a bright sunny future</li> <li>stagnation</li> </ul> <p>Hagalaz can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>shadow work</li> <li>absorbing negative energy</li> <li>connecting with the dead</li> <li>sifting through the past</li> <li>creating disruptions</li> </ul> <hr> <p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Hægl byþ hwitust corna;<br>hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte,<br>wealcaþ hit windes scura;<br>weorþeþ hit to wætere syððan.</blockquote> <blockquote> Hail is the whitest of grain;<br>it is whirled from the vault of heaven<br>and is tossed about by gusts of wind<br>and then it melts into water.</blockquote> <p>Norwegian rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Hagall er kaldastr korna;<br>Kristr skóp hæimenn forna.</blockquote> <blockquote>Hail is the coldest of grain;<br>Christ created the world of old.</blockquote> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p>Blow the ashes in their eyes,<br/> the gentle breath they do despise.<br/> The hail comes down, delivered by the wind<br/> you said was my wealth, my dividend.</p> <p>I cannot help who I am,<br/> or what I have become.<br/> And who I have turned into<br/> is a gleaming no one,<br/> nobody at all.</p> <p>You told me<br/> we were<br/> <strong>stagnating</strong>.</p> <p>Self-baptismal in just-thawed lake<br/> I had just enough strength to break<br/> the surface of, watch the ice shatter<br/> like that which gave birth to you: the mirror.<br/> You swore to be my eternal blue,<br/> and my skin now swears by the same hue,<br/> lake draining into a trickle of a stream<br/> that, if followed, will drain into Yewiffe,</p> <p>into a root of midnight hands<br/> and walking home from shift at the grill<br/> wondering, what if I, feral, disappeared<br/> into those lonely snow-blanketed lands<br/> that bordered me at every turn?<br/> Highway headlights also a stream<br/> draining into boundless woods<br/> where I easily could swear I would<br/> disappear with you as if in a dream.</p> <p>Sablade, I promised, would be cloaked<br/> in sunny promising eternal spring,<br/> but the thought of ever losing you bades me<br/> to accept hail's cloak, frozen sleeping.</p> </blockquote> </body> </html>