This very early morning, at dawn, I was on my usual 4-5 mile walk with puppy Scampi and, pondering the fact that Crotchity Crone has returned, and keeps on returning, trying to drag me down, despite my conscious awareness of her. An awareness that yes, does tend to bring in neutrality, kinda, sorta. Barely. In order to maintain awareness I have to keep on waking up out of stormy weather inside me.

Have to keep on freshly noticing her foul moods (why?), her fury (at what?). What is blocking me? Then, given my tendency to paranoia, the question comes up: Is my internal state really mine? Is there any situation in my life that would actually warrant such a nasty mood? (Which, being a good girl, I keep hidden, of course. It’s just me who knows my inner state.)

Then, as usual, instantly I expanded my personal focus to all of humanity. Is this inner turbulence — which all too often results in external conflict, violence, death — what we’re all going through at this time in history? And, worse: is it being engineered. Is there a continuous “voice to skull” message beaming through all of us? If so, by whom? Or what?

If so, I need to protect myself. NOW. Banish the poison; then create a impenetrable bubble of personal protection.

Suddenly, I happen to look down. Down at the street. And guess what immediately pops into view:

A few feet later, another one:

Ommigod, it’s a rune! Which one?

When I returned home I looked it up.

 

Going back later and taking two photos, I notice that this chalk marking is made to signal “continue” to workmen between two chalked marked signs indicating start here and stop here.

And one could say the same about what Eihwaz means for me.

Continue. Just continue.

Or, as we hippies used to intone:

Don’t worry, be happy.

Eihwaz points the way.

Thanks, universe!