I was washing dishes last night, an occupation generally free from flashes of deep personal insight, when I found myself singing a little ditty along the lines of, “I’m going to dry this dish and put it away.” Stunning lyric material, I know.
But when I realized what was happening I found that it was actually Jarring to hear my own voice. "Oh, right. I have a voice and that’s what it sounds like," I thought. And I realized that I haven’t actually sung in so long that I had actually forgotten somehow what my voice sounded like!
It wasn’t half bad. For a dish drying song.
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3 comments:
oh, I miss your singing.
J
Shocking. And tragic. I hope you will be able to find an outlet for your musical art even as you develop new ones!
Sigh, and to think, all of us here are missing your voice! ... and on later blogs (hey you were behind on writing, I can be behind on reading) the massage therapy sounds interesting, both as a student and as the model!
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