Girl From The North Country

I may have been quiet these past few months, but I have not forsaken Mr. Dylan - or is it that unwittingly he has not forsaken me?

I have moved. Moved country. Moved job. Moved life. Been moved. Moved on. Moved over. Motion and more motion in the midst of this standing still.

I have fulfilled my dream in one sense - I am no longer a city girl. I am a Girl of the North Country. My short hair is beginning to lengthen and curl. The snowflakes fall and fall and fall, the winds hit heavy and I am wearing my coat so warm...

And still Bob Dylan is with me. I find comfort in his words and music. There is turmoil and there is isolation. There is change and there is consistency. My husband is consistent and strong beside me. Dylan is my constant other.

I was listening to Nashville Skyline on my iPod yesterday. Then my husband put Street Legal on the stereo in the evening. It might have been the juxtaposition of those two albums that set my mind reeling and thinking... but I will save my thoughts.

In the meantime, I will allow the snow to smother my senses and paint my darkest worries a clean white.