Thursday, January 22, 2015

Speechless

For the third day in a row I woke up with no voice. Not just hoarse and croaking. No voice.

I've been making do with whispers and gestures. I say very little. People answer me with whispers, too. It's a silent world I'm inhabiting, full of cotton batting.

It's a strange time to be voiceless. Here I am with all these stories to tell and no way to tell them. I could, of course, write them down. And the magical-thinking part of me, which was heightened in Africa, says but of course.

Returning home after a long trip abroad is a time to set goals, resolutions. Saying less and writing more is certainly a good one.

So maybe being speechless has a purpose. C'est bon! I feel better already.

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