Ingwaz is the rune of the seed - as it sits underground, being nourished, the object of our hopes and fears, full of possibilities; and as it springs forth, seemingly overnight, and we begin to get an idea of what it will become.
The energy required for each situation is different. The care of feeding of something in gestation is more focused on beginnings, and there are a lot of liquids involved. But something which has form, something which is now growing and showing itself, that something can have more solid food, more physical energy. Because it is more solid itself. It is an actuality.
Yes, there are still options, differing outcomes, possibilities… but with this physical form those misty futures are already coalescing into actualities. And the energy required to feed this seedling is about blending what you have with what you want, seeing how it works.
So, whatever situation this brings to mind, the question now is… does it appear to be going in the direction you want it to? Is it what you were hoping for? Is it time to repot? Do you need to thin out the blooms? Is some weeding required? What kind of food do you want to give it? What do you have available? Is it time to let it grow on its own? Does it require less obsessive focus?
And, most importantly, is your truth, are your dreams, the same as they were when the seed(s) was planted? Do the seedlings still serve a purpose? Or are they simply ornamental proof that things do eventually come into being?
Ingwaz - Yes! There is growth in our garden. Possibilities are taking form. Now, watcha gonna do? Watch Video
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I guess I can only repeat, yay! My work is taking form, I am giving it serious energy. It will be interesting to see what it becomes. I have no preconceived thoughts for this week.
So I reread last week's reading, about Gebo. In Air. Because last week was a pretty heavy week, especially the week end. And I wonder. Because the thing which sticks out about energy exchanges in air, last week, is a feeling of being bombarded by words. Discussions, casual meet and greet, sounds in a restaurant that had nothing to do with me. The weekend was full of loud and passionate voices
And I wasn't prepared. I did not want to give my fair share (listening or talking), I wanted to not be involved. So a lot of energy went into shielding, hiding. Which turns out wasn't productive at all. And I don't think that was productive at all. It left me exhausted. Like I expended too much energy for the situations. And it brings to mind another lesson I love to teach (so listen up, Lila.)
Resistance takes a lot of energy. And that's what I have been doing, resisting the words. Actively putting up barriers. Which gives the words form and power. Which makes them more solid.
What is there besides resistance?
Acceptance, first. Everybody has the right to their words, and they get to express them as they desire.
And then, filtering. Like meditation in a way. The object of the focus is what is important, and that exchange of energy continues despite attempted distractions. I don't have to catch all the words, thoughts, intents which come into my sphere. I can just let them fly harmlessly past, keeping my focus on what I want to interact with.
Hmm. I think there's still more work to flesh out that idea. But thanks for listening, if you were.
I hope you have a great day! And may your garden grow, beautifully.
-Lila
