Tuesday, May 18, 2010


I'm working on a project that I last touched last October, a little video essay about flow. This means, of course, that I have been listening to little clips of Hank Williams all day, with a smidgen of cover action (same song) by Joni Mitchell, Johnny Cash, and Slim Whitman. It's a beautiful song.

As I was walking Bruiser this morning, with an overcast sky threatening rain, I kept thinking about this--the process or whatever it is--act of God? blessing? mercy? dumb luck--of falling into something and not being hoisted out of it by nerves or distraction or duty or whatever. Just going with it. The "it" could be anything: cooking, reading, writing, walking . . .

It's not too long before we go up to Idaho for an extended visit. I tend to think of this place as conducive to flow. I think it's because there's a river. River river river I can't wait to see you.


  1. Oh, I long for flow. And I love rivers too. And oceans. And sustained silence. Enjoy your time in Idaho!

  2. Ah. Just had a zen moment there because of you. Thank you HTMS.



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