Today, as I sit here on day three with Laryngitis, I wonder about how people communicate without words. Of course there are the crude, or preferred by some, simple hand gestures or there are ones who really use their hands because it is the medium of their language. The thought that someone's hands can connect them to others the same way my, now MIA, voice does for me, fascinates me. I have people close to me who have learned America Sign Language not because there is a life need but simply because they want to be able to reach others. In their words, " the thought of someone alone in silence scares me for them...like waking to nothing but sea or desert. Sure there are plenty of creatures surrounding you but you have no way to know what's safe and what will cause you harm". As I have been unable to communicate with those around me for days....in my normal sense....I have been rethinking these words. I have indeed felt more alone. It has been a little sad the way the phone rings and I can't answer it...why? All the caller would hear is some low volume cross between a scratchy LP and a whining fax machine. They soon get a text informing them of my vocal status and all is forgiven. But those who learn how to communicate language with their hands, they are amazing people.
PS Those of you looking for something more fluffy or controversial, no worries. Next time I might blather on about my dogs (one of which is looking at me through a break in the blinds and barking to come indoors) or my political views (mandatory voting...really!?! Do you think it would change the past? Here's your answer...no. Can someone say dictator?). See you never know!
Until Next Time,
RT
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