The Gift Of Silence

I lost my voice on Sunday night. The cold I’ve been fighting for a couple days decided it would no longer be ignored, so it stole my voice. I feel completely fine, just no voice.

It’s now Tuesday morning, and though I can now talk above a whisper, I’m a little loathe to do so.

I’ve actually been listening so much more. The stretches of silence Tania and I shared on the drive to the airport were comfortable. I’ve been listening to the children at work and play, and I’m better able to hear what they are saying. When Buds and Zach worked in our basement yesterday, I was silent when I went down there to work, instead of feeling the need to announce myself with words as I normally would.

I’m a talker. I think through things with my mouth, either in verbalizing to myself or to Buds or to my friends. That probably won’t change long-term, but I am enjoying this respite from myself.

I’ve always had the gift of gab, but what a lovely gift this silence is.