songlines

(Courtesy of Bree. Her wonderful page is here )



Love the old small-town feel to this. Crikey! This is a million miles away from the small Welsh town I grew up in. And then again: spirituals!



Is there a song, a line, a word, a feeling like love that is so old that it contains all others? The First Man, the First Woman. Already old, so many days of the sun on their hands, the history of what would come to pass already caught and reflected in their gaze. At the last moment, we see trees, and clouds, and stars, once again, free and open, with a true heart, just as a child sees them.

When I hold little r's hand she skips about, as if the concrete floor was nothing but a beautiful garden, and she a rabbit. But you don't half talk a lot of gibberish, little one. To which she replied: "Ha! Have you seen your blog recently?!" Little r, the great key-master, who can wind up anyone in a flash.

What lines we draw! Some in the sand, some around ourselves, and lots between one human and another. Some seek a word that is 'true and living'. By sheer luck, I've come to love nonsense. I come from a family of clowns, and recognize them everywhere.The line became a curve, and life a broken circle.