A Puddle of Wonderful: Revisited
A puddle of wonderful.
A puddle: a small pool of water.
Puddle-wonderful: a state of the world according to e.e. cummings where
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing.”
A puddle of wonderful. I started this blog during my first year at the University of Maryland, where I began my journey as a young woman with quite a puddle-wonderful spirit. Here, I discretely chronicled my first break up, openly shared my experience studying in Amsterdam, photographed my last semester as an undergraduate student, and shared my music, conversations, stories, and dreams periodically along the way. Yet I never fully committed. I consistently put this blog on the back burner - hesitant to truly publicize Natasha, whoever that was or is. But as I wait in the airport for my next big adventure, I wonder whether my (very) early onset Alzheimers (I recognize I’m being melodramatic) will hold me back from remembering the journey I await to begin.
Over the next 5+ months, I will be researching at the Arava Institute’s Center for Transboundary Water Management. The program hosts students and interns from all over the region, including Israel, the Palestinian Territories, as well as Jordan. There are also foreigners such as myself from the US and Europe.
So here goes. A puddle of wonderful: Revisited. Appropriately titled considering I’m off to emerge myself in the field of water management. Mind you, I’ll be living on kibbutz in the middle of the Negev desert in Israel, so while puddles are unlikely, they would certainly be wonderful.