The Great Sea Moves Me by Uvavnuk trans. by Jane Hirshfield
The great sea
frees me, moves me,
as a strong river carries a
weed.
Earth and her strong winds
move me, take me away,
and my soul is swept up in
joy.
I hadn't heard of Uvavnuk until I stumbled upon this poem. An early 20th century Inuit, legend has it after she witnessed a meteor in the sky she was gained the gift of healing and became a poet and a shaman. I'm heading to the great sea on Sunday for a few days. It's the landscape in which I feel most at home, most alive, most swept up in joy. What is the landscape that most speaks to your soul?
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