# Fehu

Traditional meaning: cattle, wealth

Meanings when upright:

- foresight is needed
- creative fire
- synergy
- networking and creative connections
- self-knowledge
- good luck / hope
- fortunate outcome

Meanings when inverted:

- something is blocking luck
- hoarding one's wealth wrongly

Fehu can be useful for:

- lightening depression
- easing conflicts
- inspiration
- strengthening psychic powers
- promotion of personal evolution
- drawing wealth or riches

Anglo-Saxon rune poem:

> Feoh byþ frofur fira gehwylcum;
> sceal Ðeah manna gehwylc miclun hyt dælan
> gif he wile for drihtne domes hleotan.

> Wealth is a comfort to all men;
> yet must every man bestow it freely,
> if he wish to gain honour in the sight of the Lord.

Norwegian rune poem:

> Fé vældr frænda róge;
> føðesk ulfr í skóge.

> Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen;
> the wolf lives in the forest.

A modern poem:

> "You know exactly what kind of future I want,"
> you replied
> one night
> when anxiety did haunt
> my skin, my ligaments, my every bone,
> wondering when comes my time to return home.

> Let the seals
> be broken; let the truth
> be revealed!
> It's been a long time since I let myself feel
> anything other than monotony, playing the marathon
> runner in sight of the finish line,
> the last of the homework
> or typing 'til midnight.

> This draconic blood I could never still,
> but still I managed to amass myself a hill
> of words not spoken, not written down,
> enough to bury me or in them myself drown.
> For, I must admit, I was planning
> on being at least somewhat dead by now
> with no need for verse or musical tone,
> just coma's deep sleep 'til you come
> and finally bring me home.

> "You know what kind of future I desire,"
> you affirm
> as I burn
> on my own funeral pyre
> over and over again every day,
> impatient for egress together to Sablade.

> All the writing guides I've ever read say
> that it's kind of like learning to ride a bike.
> You never really forget, but sometimes
> you have to get off and go for a hike
> dragging the damn thing alongside
> you until the road is flat and smooth again.

> And sometimes a friend
> lends
> you a hand.

> I turn my head to the sunsetting sky
> bleeding purple and blue and discarded peach rinds.
> Half-delirious, you're not far behind
> me
> as I hold up my hand to catch the waking breeze.
> A head on my shoulder, a hand on my belt.
> "Do you hear the leaves rustling? It's our wealth."