The golden sun streaks across the waters and kisses the crisp frosty grass, What a glorious morning. Walking Boo out on the point the Spring sunshine is interrupted by the sudden chill as I step into the shadows of the huge cedar trees. I carry on my path until I reach the birch grove, it is here that I scan the branches of the trees seeking out the unmistakable shapes of each rune.
I chant each loudly and then inhale it into my being. Then I take on the shape of the stanza (runic yoga) of Uruz. With my final breath of the sequence I bellow like a buffalo and feel the beasts energy coursing though my veins. This is how the runes work, on every aspect of your mind, body and soul.
Thank you Odin