Joy

Wunjo, the eighth rune of the Elder Futhark.
Wunjo, the mark that holds the power of Joy.
Wunjo, called and released to pour over me the remembrance of…

The piercing sunrise framed by golden clouds.
The delicate bloom offering praise in the dark of night.
The trees laughing in the wind.

The laughter of a happy baby.
The ocean as it tickles the land.
The beating of the hummingbird’s wings.

The drop of lemon in a well steeped tea.
The juices of a perfectly grilled steak.
The air after a soaking storm.

The rough pages of a cherished book.
The texture of my favorite chair.
The wind swirling about me.

The smells from the kitchen when I’m cooking.
The welcoming scent of the house when I return home.
The calming tang of the afternoon tea.

Let my senses be reminded of memories that can not be stolen.
Of memories that can not be buried.
Of reasons why I smile even when my soul is wrapped in darkness.

Wunjo, I scribe on my hand, that I may bring joy to others.
Wunjo, I scribe on my tongue, that I may speak joy to others.
Wunjo is scriven on my heart, that from within, I will have joy.

(Inspired by Sunday Scribblings #296: Joy.)