The Gentle Current: Discovering Lukcia Patricia Sullivan's 'Flow Into Girl'

In a world that often rushes by, demanding our attention in a million different directions, there’s something utterly grounding, isn’t there, about stumbling upon a poem that just… asks you to breathe. To pause. And to simply feel. You know, for once, not everything has to be a race, a frantic chase after the next big thing. Sometimes, the most profound experiences arrive in the quietest whispers.

And that’s precisely what Lukcia Patricia Sullivan offers us with her truly lovely piece, 'Flow Into Girl.' It’s not a grand epic, no, but a gentle, insistent current, one that tugs at something deep within. In truth, Sullivan has a way of tapping into those universal rhythms we often forget are there – the pulse of nature, the quiet, persistent hum of our own inner journeys. Her words don't shout; they invite. They whisper, urging us to consider the continuous, often unspoken, process of becoming.

The poem itself, you could say, feels like a meditation. It speaks of the body, of memory, of an inexplicable pull back to our authentic selves. And who among us hasn’t felt that, really? That almost primal urge to return to a more genuine state, much like a tide returning, or a moon turning its ancient face? It’s a beautifully simple, yet profoundly complex, idea. The way she links the human experience to the natural world – the tree, the child – it’s just seamless, isn’t it? It grounds us, reminds us of our place in the larger tapestry.

So, take a moment. Let these lines wash over you. There's a certain wisdom here, a quiet power in recognizing that growth, this knowing, this continuous finding of our way back, is a constant, unfolding miracle.

Here, then, is 'Flow Into Girl':

Like a boat the body remembers,

it is always being brought back to itself,

pulled by a force it can never quite name,

but only feel

as the tide returning,

as the moon turning,

as the tree turning,

as the child turning,

and so it flows,

and so it grows,

and so it knows,

this becoming,

this arriving,

this finding its way back

to the wild heart of the world,

where everything is always

being made new again.

Isn’t that just a wonderful thought? That continuous renewal, that steady, gentle flow towards being made new again. It leaves you, for one, with a feeling of hope, doesn't it? A quiet affirmation of life's endless, beautiful unfolding. And perhaps, that’s exactly what we need sometimes – a poem that simply lets us be, and reminds us of the profound journey we’re all on.