vale

unconditional goodness

kindness

a gentle place

music by charles tomlinson griffes vale of dreams

little fingers

i remember

your soft little fingers

buried deep in the flesh

of my palm

our first walk

i remember

the thrill of knowing

that you were mine

and then entirely yourself

alone

together

side-by-side

my pace slowed

to match yours

until you were older

and your hand rarely met mine

and your pace

matched so well

that we were like

each other's shadows

walking

and talking

about matters so removed

from our immediacy

that i wondered

how you could know

about such things

let alone

talk about them

and it was then

that i looked up

and saw you again

for the first time

flow

after a long silence brought about by my inability to maintain a state of silence within myself for even the shortest period of time as i failed miserably to reconcile the terms of my outer life with those of my inner life

i am bringing this blog back to a life it retreated from in may of this year

when i celebrated the life and music of gil scott-heron.

as the older sister of a blog also long dormant entitled "gone to earth", "flow" holds a place in my heart with

its purpose being to share insight accompanied by images of simple beauty. i welcome other possibilities and have a sense that they may need voice and so - here i am.

where the mother blog "the golden fish" posts on a daily basis, "flow" has a more relaxed approach to posts being driven by what makes itself available to the writer.

welcome back to those of you who have maintained the connection and to those of you new here - welcome!