Ingwaz is one of my favorite Runes, but for that reason I tend to struggling to put it's meaning into words. It's typically such a personal draw, and feels so deeply intimate, that the resulting descriptions end up being textbook, dry, and vague, as if in an attempt to protect myself.
So, with that being said, I will attempt to write about pulling Ingwaz today.
Ingwaz, Ing, Yngvi... Yngvi-Freyr. This rune contains for me the silhouette of Frey, the god of good harvest, sunshine, and according to the Ynglinga, the first king of Sweden. This legendary saga was written in old norse by Snorri Sturluson, most famously recognized as recording and penning both the Edda Poetic and Prose, and contains the stories of the House of Ynglings in Sweden. It is based on the Skaldic poem Ynglingatal, which mentions 27 historical ancient kings, all the way back to Frey.
As the descendant of Swedes, this rune represents to me a certain relationship with ancestry, land, and family. It has an embedded nostalgia when it comes up in a reading, and causes me to pause, as though in moments of silence I will hear my ancestors tell me more than I am able to find in a rune alone. I see those kings, in this rune, watching and considering my actions, and my impeccability. This rune reminds me that every action I take represents my family.
When I pull this rune away from my own personal stories and examine it in the light, I am reminded of the knowledge of balance it imparts. That may start with the Vanir themselves, Frey and Freya or Njörd and Nerthus - many talk about the Aesir first when they discuss the Norse Gods, but I prefer to talk about the Vanir. They are the nature gods. They exist in gendered pairs, siblings tied together in an intimate bond.
Ingwaz speaks to me of a gentle kind of energy, like wind on a calm afternoon. It tells me the story of Frey as King, whose death was kept secret from the Swedes for fear their prosperity would disappear. They buried his body away. However, the prosperity stuck, and the secret revealed. It was decided so long as his bones were buried in Sweden they would see this same prosperity. Is it true? Who knows...
Ingwaz tells me the story of great love, not a romantic kind of love, but the love one has for a sister or a chosen family - someone you feel you've known for lifetimes. A kind of love that is truly unconditional. Me, I like to revel in that kind of for other people. I crave moments that are full of that everlasting energy.
Ing speaks to me of abundance of good things. And trust. Trusting family and outcomes. Trusting that there is a part of myself that I cannot see, cannot perceive all the times, but that exists and that I am never alone. It makes me think of fylgia and aspects of myself that wander, pieces of my spirit, but always come home. It reminds me that I am a home.
I think I needed to pull Ingwaz today, because sometimes I need a reminder that being present is enough.