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turning toward the within to better listen, see the nameless beckon through a veil of pain to a place, fireside
I’m reflecting on a single rune, nauthiz, today. It may be a new habit for me.
Kami, manitou, “the spirits” — however you wish to name them — wait with infinite patience for me to present myself for instruction. I trim away the fat and give them sinew, bone and meat.
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