tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168406022285658758.post3339404912822317282..comments2009-10-01T23:57:43.033-04:00Comments on Endless Everyday Love: At Walden Pond, Sunset, September 30, 2007Laura Olivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06074168053333142065noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168406022285658758.post-26340021119012825742007-09-30T21:41:00.000-04:002007-09-30T21:41:00.000-04:00"that to truly see a stone or a hawk or a pond is ..."that to truly see a stone or a hawk or a pond is to say its prayer, "<BR/><BR/>this seems to me a very native American kind of sensibility. In a less alienated time, people recognized the power of names and the spirits of places and animals and objects, and made their relationships whole by naming them.John Sacktonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04852068904496531072noreply@blogger.com