<title>Othala</title> <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_othalan.svg"><img src="../img/runes/othala.svg" alt="Othala rune" title="Othala rune"></a></p> <h1>Othala</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: homeland</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>your home and all you own</li> <li>inheritance</li> <li>lawful ownership</li> <li>stability and protection</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>a need to reevaluate one's actions and priorities</li> <li>reconnect with the source of your strength</li> </ul> <p>Othala can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>ancestral work</li> <li>maintaining order</li> </ul> <hr> <p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Eþel byþ oferleof æghwylcum men,<br>gif he mot ðær rihtes and gerysena on<br>brucan on bolde bleadum oftast.</blockquote> <blockquote>An estate is very dear to every man,<br>if he can enjoy there in his house<br>whatever is right and proper in constant prosperity.</blockquote> <p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Othala.</p> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p>I fear I am being driven mad<br/> by forces I do not understand,<br/> have no hopes of coming to terms with,<br/> much less explaining to kin and kith<br/> this world that I belong to,<br/> these spirits I must be in league with.</p> <p>For this is<br/> the inheritance<br/> of my blood,<br/> this homeland I carry everywhere I go<br/> and cannot ever hope to escape from.<br/> These three errant and conflicting strains<br/> each with its own legitimate claim<br/> over my body, my heart, my soul.</p> <p>There's a fourth that dormant within me resides,<br/> but it hasn't reared its head in a very long time.<br/> Neither do I miss it, no blessing it could give<br/> but instead the curse of a biological imperative<br/> that I would sooner from me excise.</p> <p>Unlike my siblings of lives long gone by,<br/> I do not accept that it is my duty<br/> to create a world and in the process die.<br/> What is the point, if at the end,<br/> I am not still living?<br/> What is the point of fulfilling it when,<br/> if I perished in the process, you could never be happy?</p> <p>If one of them could awake from oblivion<br/> and on this gnarly life of mine pass judgment,<br/> what would they say?</p> <p>"How well you retained a sense of individuality.<br/> Tell me, Lethe, would you consider yourself among the happy?<br/> Was it worth the sleepless nights, the gut twists, the migraines,<br/> all to your duty as a Meridian abdicate?"</p> <p>And to that, I would take my lover's hand<br/> and whisper, "Yes, I think the aches<br/> in my bones will be worth the wait.<br/> Maybe you never knew this, sibling.<br/> Maybe you never understood<br/> homes don't have to be built by sacrifice<br/> and <i>I don't think they should.</i><br/> I don't know what gave birth to me<br/> or if of life they'd still think me worthy,<br/> but I care not. My lover<br/> is the only standard<br/> I recognize,<br/> and this new world built by these<br/> hands of mine<br/> the only homeland."</p> </blockquote>