On my walk to work today

Bob Dylan healed my soul. It's not really so profound, but listening to Dylan was exactly what I needed. It was a completely centering experience amidst all of the Amman traffic.

I am happy to report that I'm finally feeling like myself again. There's really nothing I can compare with practicing, journalling, reading John Updike and ee cummings, and listening to Anner Bylsma. And I forgot about all of that for a while. Instead of focusing on the things that make me me, I was trying to blend in with my new surroundings. To acclimate myself to this new culture and job. But if you know me at all, you probably know that I lack chameleon skills.

"in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me"