I don't believe I could live in a place of only two hours of sunlight. But since you state that you can see the Northern Lights from this spot, it might be worth it.
VERY INTERESTING. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS BIT OF WORLD HISTORY, IT'S ALWAYS GOOD TO LEARN ABOUT OTHER CULTURES. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
So many groups thought sacrifice was the only way to go. No matter where the blood runs after the sacrifice, they all, in one form or the other seek the same thing . . . immortally!
Thanks for the education. So the Sami also practiced sacrifice like so many other ancient peoples? I'm not saying "human" sacrifice, but it is strange that people sacrificed (and ate?) In order to be more fertile in future times like the next season. And the cairn shown in the picture may have been merely a landmark for navigation.
Nature will tell us all that we need to know, and is filled with all the spirits that we have come to admire and emulate. Ah, how the poem has its own spirit.
How high were you when you wrote this one, Jane? I find being high gives me bursts of muse that make little or no sense but sound really cool once on paper, as it were. Never heard of these people's, are they relatives of yours? -e-
sami lead a tough but independent natural life close to nature. I would like to hear their wind music own a Sami knife, not to kill anything with, though, just as a beautifully crafted object.
We need to experience the sunrises and the sunsets one and all to realize what a precious gift they are. I have enjoyed your poetry today, Thank you for sharing it,
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Love the poem!
Ron