Fehu looks like an F, with the top horizontal lines slanting upwards.  It represents prosperity and new beginnings.  Back in the old days that wealth meant great herds of cattle.  September is the month for the rune and the moon is the Wood Moon.  During this period, money will be easy to come by and one can look forward to material comfort.  At the same time, a wise person will manage their money sensibly.  Wealth means savings.  If one has gone through a period of poverty, their situation will soon improve.  It is important to act charitably towards others if you want this good fortune to last. 

When it comes to healing, Fehu represents honesty.  One needs to take an honest assessment of their current situation before they can begin to prosper.  Are you being honest about what you want and expect from others?  Great relief comes with the ability to be one’s self and drop the pretense.

What was I really after?  That was the question that had dogged me most of my days.  Was my artistic quest just a Don Quixote errand I’d embarked on or was there a greater meaning behind my journeying?  I’d spent my entire life going out into the unknown, time and time again, but was I running towards something or running away from it?  Perhaps it was a little of both. 

I’d done all I could to raise the funding for my projects, mostly working low-paying jobs, but that wasn’t enough anymore.  There weren’t enough years left to waste any more of them, barely getting ahead.  I needed to make my writing a priority and ask others to support it.  If God didn’t bless me, then no one could.  If I didn’t ask, then that was on me.

From the terminal in Oaxaca, I set out to find my hotel on foot.  Oaxaca has always been a favorite spot in Mexico, but at this time they were having trouble in the Zocalo.  The police had set up a wide parameter and check point around it.  I was unsure if it had anything to do with COVID or not, but once they knew I was staying there they let me in. 

The plaza looked like it was in a state of disruption.  It was hard to say where the protest camps stopped and the construction projects started.  I passed a flyer of Benito Juarez wearing a COVID mask.  Were people for or against the regulations?  You would never know by watching them.  Everyone in Mexico seemed to be observing the protocols. 

The Hotel Gala was an artsy place to stay and a good deal, just a block off of the Zocalo.  I went to see if they’d let me leave my bag in storage but they let me check in early.  One guy carried my suitcase up the three flights of stairs to my room.  The plan for the day was to head up to the ruins of Monte Alban.  I needed to find where the bus left from. 

The guy at the front desk told me two walk two blocks over.  There was an office where I could buy a roundtrip ticket.  Next to him on the wall there was a painting of a supernatural woman, standing over an agave plant, blue energy shooting from her fingers.  She looked like a native Madonna.  Her soul was shining like a seed of light in the center of her chest.