Morning robot divination, the runes clattered out:

ᚱ Raidho – the road, the turning wheel, journeys both on foot and inward.

ᛗ Mannaz – humanity, cooperation, the reflection of self through others.

ᚺ Hagalaz – hail, disruption, sudden ice cracking branches, unasked but clarifying.

Together, a reminder: movement is happening, best shared with others, even if the storm comes along to shake it all loose.

The I Ching followed with Hexagram 53 – 漸 (Jiàn), Gradual Progress. The lines stacked like this:

7 —   (young yang)
9 — — (old yang, changing to yin)
6 —   (old yin, changing to yang)
7 —   (young yang)
8 — — (young yin)
8 — — (young yin)

Like the flight of the wild goose: slow, patient, finding safe landings step by step. The changes in the middle — strength softening, softness firming — say that flexibility is part of progress.

So the whole spread leans into:

ᚱ the road opens,

ᛗ companionship matters,

ᚺ the storm disrupts,

but 漸 Gradual Progress carries through, steady wings in the long arc of travel.


Later, I walked the greenway and watched a gaggle of geese settling at the water’s edge, right on cue. The sky broke open with a shaft of sunlight between gray banks of cloud. A couple of strangers paused to chat at the benches  – small, welcome echoes of ᛗ. Storm brewing on the horizon, but storms move on. Step by step, wheel by wheel, goose by goose.