...why didn't you come to this old man sooner...

Things pass in small increments. The days are difficult, but each brings something to help regain the balance. Reading the poetry of Hafiz is calming me today and I'm redirecting priorities, reassigning value. That in itself is calming. Then the call from Remenyi that a Yann Tierson score I requested is finally (two years and more later) available in Canada. I will play myself calm and fall into the music, let it replace the loud silences of people.

Tonight I want to dance. The Sufis whirled, I would rather swing. Release the tension, laughing and kicking feet.