Synchronicity

I'm don't remember my dreams. I wake up clear headed (most times) and after coffee I'm ready to go. I'd like to take a look at what goes on in the other 40% of my life, so lately, when I open my eyes I try to remember to think about where I might have been. Usually nowhere.

But, the other morning, I was in my garden, and I remembered! Dr. Darling was in my dream. I was disappointed when I could dig up no more than just that, but.....I was definitely feeling better. Interestingly enough, that day's entry in 'My Year with Rumi" by Coleman Barks went as follows:

The Doctor Who Comes

In his dream an old man appeared,
Good King, I have news.

Tomorrow a stranger will come, I have sent him.
He is a physician you can trust.
Listen to him.

As dawn rose, the king was sitting in the belvedere on his roof.
He saw someone coming, a person like the dawn.
He ran to meet this guest. Like swimmers
who love the water, theit souls knit together
without being sewn, no seam.

The king opened his arms
and held the saintly doctor to him.
He led him to the head table.

At last I have found what patience can bring.
This one whose face answers any question,
who simply by looking can loosen
the knot of intellectual discussion.

Now Husam touches my arm.
He wants me to say more about Shams.

Sarah has landed safe and sound, and is still recovering from the long trip. Pictures to follow.