Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
-Bob Dylan, “Mr Tambourine Man”
My wife bought a tambourine the other day. It is a prop to help her with a Sunday School lesson: she’s working through Moses and the Exodus, and she wanted to include Moses’s sister Miriam singing and playing her tambourine after the Israelites cross the Red Sea in their providential escape from Pharaoh’s army. This, she will freely admit, is largely to
please our daughter, who as a musical wee blighter has latched on to Miriam as a hero of the same order as Boudicca.
Tambourines are loud, obnoxious, and infectious. As a doctoral researcher in the last few months of my PhD writing, I could wish for Bob Dylan’s tambourine man to play a song for me, and I could lose myself as Bob describes. But, as the man said elsewhere, “we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate.”