The worst possible thing for someone who likes to sing is to lose their voice.
Since having vocal cord surgery in 1999, I face a “season” of hoarseness and loss of my voice on a regular basis, especially this time of year. You would think I would be used to it by now, but the inability to be able to even hum along with a song on the radio is frustrating. But yet…
I can see the beauty all around me. The huge moon…the glorious fall leaves.
I can touch my grandchildren gently. and pick them up and hug them.
I can smell the wonderful Brunswick stew I picked up last week when I warm it up.
I can hear amazing music at the touch of a button, and enjoy its depth and meaning.
I can walk, and move without pain.
Even with so many things which are wrong in this world, the ability to sift out enjoyment from the chaffe which is constantly being thrown at us is essential to maintaining our humanity. We can choose to give in to the frustration, or we can choose to turn in another direction towards the joys still available to us.
So I’m going to listen to some good music now and sleep. It doesn’t really matter if I can hum along or not. I will still cherish it.
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