tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post6520920256233205942..comments2024-03-27T09:17:27.333-05:00Comments on A Year of Being Here: Kitlinuharmiut Song: ["And I Think Over Again"]Phyllis Cole-Daihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860589719995205974noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post-86271440817535999022017-09-01T13:53:36.976-05:002017-09-01T13:53:36.976-05:00I read this first online, I am not sure where, now...I read this first online, I am not sure where, now, but it was unattributed, "Inuit". It resontates deeply, and became a central "prayer" - as i saw and still see it, in a sequence of poems I wrote, called "radiology for the very young". "young" stands for ignorant, unknowing ( willfully or unconsciously willfully), and is a placeholder too, for becoming again as a child, innocent of heart, divested of cunning and the personal and collective effects of <br />poor stewardship of Nature, and Life. <br /><br />I am happy to see attribution here, and to be able to pick up the thread of the "song", which I shall look into. I love that it is called a song, since i now see prayer as an essential aspect of the forgotten song that exists in some dimension of the heart, as prayer evolves spontaneously into praise. Praise is a natural state of childlike wonder. . . Osalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03941810926430403611noreply@blogger.com