Wunjo resembles the letter P and represents happy endings.  It is related to the number three and predicts a season of good fortune and harmonious relationships.  It is possible that someone who draws this rune will soon meet someone and fall in love.  If so, it will be a happy relationship.  Business will also do well during this time.  Friendships will grow and health will be good.  Wunjo is one of the best runes you can draw.  Whatever one touches will prosper.

When it comes to the healing interpretation, Wunjo relates to serenity.  What is serenity, outside of basically coming to peace with the things in life that can’t be changed?  One way to increase serenity is to count blessings and pit them against problems.  There are usually more things that go right in a day than things that go wrong.   Honesty and patience lead to serenity.  Serenity dispels anger and fear.

One time when I was in my early twenties, I was playing the board game Life with some friends.  This is the game where you start off alone driving a car, and along the way pick up people, opportunities, and properties.  I didn’t care much for this game or the outcome, and was driving alone the whole time with nothing to show. 

When I reached the end, however, I could gamble everything on one spin of the wheel, and out of ten numbers landed on the lucky one and became the great tycoon and winner of all.  That’s how I’d played the game of life since, usually finding enough in the moment to survive, sustained by a grander vision of what life could be if I followed my own path.  It hadn’t always worked out that way, but then again, my life wasn’t over yet.  The older I got, the more I needed to let go of everything, particularly expectations.  They were more damaging than anything and only served to diminish the surprises that a new day may bring.

After leaving the Museo de Venta, I walked along the Lake of Illusions for a while.  It was soon apparent to me why it was called this.  There were bridges and watchtowers to climb.  At one point I came across a white crane, it’s reflection in the green water like a mirror image of a parallel universe.  Ring-tailed coatis, like racoons, foraged along the fences.  A sign warned of crocodiles in the water.  Inland was a giant playground, with slides and swings, even a pirate ship.  It was a wonderful place for anyone, particularly a child, to spend the day, the dream of a poet come to life.

By that point my feet were killing me again.  For a few days that pain had backed off a little, but now it had returned full force.  There always has to be something in life, that seems to be the essence of it, one worry disappears, another one takes its place, one pain dissipates, another comes crashing down from the sky. 

This pain in my feet, however, was better than a pain in my heart, or even worse a pain in my soul.  There had been long days of that, and the physical variety of pain was infinitely preferrable.  When I got back to my hotel, I kicked off my shoes and socks, and saw, with some satisfaction, that one of the toes was almost black. 

Was it the Devil that pieced the shoes together?  Why did I keep strapping them to my feet, outside of the fact that I was cheaper and more stubborn than the summer day is long.  I think I got the shoes for twenty bucks and was on track to wear out my feet before I wore them out.  What does the Bible say about a fool and his folly?  You can’t talk him out of it.