“The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy.”
This quote is attributed to Uvanuk, a female (shaman) of the Greenland Inuit. It is thought that Knud Rasmussen the Danish polar explorer and anthropologist, captured her thoughts in the early 20th century. The legend of Uvanuk is that she went outside her dwelling to urinate and a ball of fire (maybe a meteorite) fell from the sky and hit her. When she revived her consciousness she began spontaneously chanting a poem:
“The great sea moves me, the great sea sets me adrift! It moves me like algae on stones in running brook water. The vault of heaven moves me! The mighty weather storms through my soul. It tears me with it. And I tremble with joy.”
Whenever she chanted this song Uvanuk was said to have psychic powers and could tell the misdeeds of people in her presence. (From the book Mystical Experiences: Wisdom in Unexpected Places from Prisons to Main Street by Jack Farrell).
Under the great sky even the mundane can become magnificent. One can only imagine Uvanuk’s experience of the sky in a vast wilderness of ice and snow. There the sky and horizon become one. My experience of the sky is more as a constant companion with a changing temperament.
When driving I’ve come to anticipate the dawn and dusk and the changing colors so filled with light and subtle energy. The morning sky is especially welcome after a night of darkness when I must fight sleep. But always the intensity of colors and light is a gift for the eyes and the spirit. In the United States, to the east and to the west as the sun rises and sets, the light changes by the minute and one learns to savor the quick moments the sky takes on personality at once calm and bright and then menacing and unforgiving.
“Dark clouds become heaven’s flowers when kissed by light” said the poet, Rabindranath Tagore. Storm clouds and the sudden darkness of a summer’s day is welcome in Florida where rains come like blizzards in the summer. Those of us who live in the tropics like Jamaica or Florida know the summer brings the rain and sometimes lightning too – a dangerous combination. The purity of the air after these rains is to be remembered always.
The spring sky is filled with the movement of birds migrating north. Too long they have been away. They come with sudden, unexpected bursts into view and then are gone. What does it mean to “kiss the sky” like Jimi Hendrix said? Embrace the sky, taste the sky, study the sky, glad it’s blue, red and velvet. We haven’t even talked about the night sky. Another time…