This song, The Lost Words Blessing was written in Scottish Gaelic folkloric form by a group of European musicians – Julie Fowlis, Karine Polwart, Seckou Keita, Kris Drever, Rachel Newton, Beth Porter, Jim Molyneux, Kerry Andrew. “Childhood is undergoing profound change some of this is negative and the rapid decline in children’s connections to nature is a major problem,” they wrote. In 2015, authors Margaret Atwood, Helen Macdonald, and Macfarlane, among other novelists and nature writers, expressed their dismay in an open letter to Oxford University Press. Like: attachment, blog, broadband, chatroom, database, committee, and voice-mail. They excused their actions on the grounds that they needed room for other, newer words with greater relevance to the modern child. Youngsters weren’t hob-nobbing with hedgehogs and wrens (also excised) and frogs and buttercups (another casualty!), and so needn’t be introduced to words that served well only with regards to the out-of-doors. The editing body of the OED had determined that the words were of little and lessening use to the modern child.
The junior edition of the Oxford Dictionary is aimed at readers ages seven and up and since 2007 the editors have removed from the book many words used to denote/describe things of nature– some of them relatively common words, such as: acorn, bluebell, ivy, fern, moss, blackberry, dandelion, lark, raven, heron, starling, hazel, heather, goldfinch, grey seal, otter and kingfisher. The prompt of the book was the editing of the ‘Oxford Junior Dictionary’ in recent years. In 2018, Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris produced a book called The Lost Words Spells. Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seekerĮven as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speakerĪnd in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorusĪnd when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home More About This Song Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing Walk through the world with care, my loveĪnd even as you stumble through machair sands eroding Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter Like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light May you enter now as otter without falter into waterĪnd even as you journey on past dying stars exploding May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter Let new names take and root and thrive and growĪnd even as you travel far from heather, crag and river
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