Pagan Blog Project – J is for Jera

Jera – The Harvest – Faeorain Ui Neill

Jera
Pronounced: “Yair-ah”

Translation
Literally: “year”
Associated: harvest

Meaning
Jera is the success and good harvest of either the land, or something you’ve put your time and effort in cultivating and manifesting, taking the proper actions along the way. It is very much tied to the land, and is a useful rune to carve or place around the garden (even for container gardeners!).

Along with the harvest theme of Jera, it represents fertility, creation/creativity, peace and harmony with the land, and plenty.

It’s a time to be aware of the cycles of the worlds, cycles of the inner worlds within yourself. Allow yourself the time and patience to grow that which you seek in your life, the same it would take to physically grow a crop. Changes for the better need time to evolve and become what they ultimately need to be, and stick.

 

There is no reverse for Jera, as it is the wheel of time. However, if you find Jera converse (sideways), you need to rethink the actions you are taking to achieve that which you want manifest. You may also need to review your end goal, as if it is not truly right for you, you won’t achieve it in a successful fashion.

It is also a time to think about some of your talents you’ve kept hidden from yourself and others. Use the tools and abilities the Gods have given you. Only by doing this can you move forward and create great abundance in your life.

 

Sources:
Rune Secrets
Rune Maker

When The Frost is on the Punkin

When The Frost is on the Punkin
by James Whitcomb Riley (1853-1916)

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as her tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here–
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock–
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries–kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below–the clover overhead!–
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

Then your apples all is gethered, and teh ones a feller keeps
Is poured around teh cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!…
I don’t know how to tell it–but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me—
I’d want to ‘commodate ’em–all the whole-indurin’ flock–
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.