<html> <head> <title>Jera</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/jera.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_jeran.svg"><img src="../img/runes/jera.svg" alt="Jera rune" title="Jera rune"></a></p> <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> <li>a farmer</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>disequilibrium</li> <li>enslavement to the cycle</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> <hr> <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><strong>I plant scattered words<br/> in the garden of my notebook</strong><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><strong>You slowly opened up to me</strong><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> </body> </html>