Raido, Ride

raido

This morning I pulled Raido in my rune casting.

Riding-to the warrior in the hall-is easy,
But very strenuous for one who sits on top,
Of a powerful horse over long miles.

Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem

Today, this rune of the traveler and the rune of the journey is a reminder to STAY. In the moment.

If I am going to open my arms wide and proclaim, like a New Age bookstore owner, that “life is a journey!” then how am I faring? I am missing most of my trip. Instead of visiting the local sights I am fretting about the size of the closets in the hotel. I am worrying about whether there will be western style toilets. I am concerned about the exchange rate. All of these things are taking me out of the moment, stealing my attention from the sights and smells and tastes that are all around me.

Raido has come into my life today to remind me that YES, life IS a journey. It is a journey from birth to death. Like the sun across the sky, I rose and I will set. What will I shine on? What will I direct my energies towards? Will I take hold of this amazing opportunity, or will I squander it?

It is plain that a life which includes deep resentment leads only to futility and unhappiness. To the precise extent that we permit these, do we squander the hours that might have been worthwhile. But with the alcoholic, whose hope is the maintenance and growth of a spiritual experience, this business of resentment is infinitely grace. We have found that it is fatal. For when harboring such feelings we shut ourselves off from the sunlight of the Spirit. The insanity of alcohol returns and we drink again. And with us, to drink is to die.
Alcoholics Anonymous, page 66

Being on a journey means that I am constantly moving. I can take things with me as I move on, or I can leave them behind. I need to choose carefully. I’ve had an awful week. I was standing in my closet this morning, screaming to my husband about how someone I work with is a fucking idiot, a fucking asshole. This happened about twenty minutes after I spent fifteen minutes praying and aligning my Triple Soul. Whither goest enlightenment? Resentment is powerful. When I am sitting in prayer, or sitting in a meeting, the process of riding along the journey without picking up resentments seems infinitely easier than it does when I am out on the horse, pounding out the endless miles of life.

So for now I just lean down, wrap my arm around the mare’s neck, and hold on for dear life. With a smile.

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