I admit I highlighted my dried bloody scab for effect. There are those that like to say I have an overactive imagination. I definitely have tons of imagination, but there is nothing overactive about it. Mark my word.
INWARD JOY (Eskimo, Siberia)
When one night an unbeckoned, sky-borne fireball descended into her body, triggering a profound shamanic “lightning,” the following song spontaneously erupted from Uvavnuk’s lips. Thereafter, singing it acted as a great healing force.
The great sea has set me in motion
set me adrift,
moving me like a weed in a river.
The sky and strong wind
Have moved the spirit inside me
till I am carried away
trembling with joy.
from Philip Novak’s The World Wisdom.