Today is National Day of Listening. What an interesting concept! Do we all listen in the same way – or even interpret this unique and obscure holiday in a similar fashion?
For the past year I have experienced a ringing in my ears – a probable side effect from treatments. The ringing is called tinnitus – and after a year I still haven’t figured out how to pronounce it. If I say TIN-it-tus, it sounds like a Latin philosopher, spouting profound comments while wearing a toga and peeling grapes. If I say tin-I-tus, I conjure up visions of an aging hobo, playing harmonica and stewing rabbits in coffee cans. Neither fits what I am hearing. The sound is like a tuning fork without the initial clang; just the constant, smooth vibration of sound afterward. And it kind of plays into the old “if a tree falls in the woods” question, because the sound is something that no one else can hear.
So on this Day of Listening, I am going to tell you about the other sounds I hear that allow me to embrace this particular one and accept it as part of my senses. I hear the sounds of Main St. just steps from my porch; police and ambulance sirens; the almost clownish squawks and squeaks of car security systems; and the chatter of people as they go back and forth to work or to do day to day tasks. Tuesday is garbage pickup day, and my 7:00 alarm. These aren’t obnoxious sounds to me, but reminders of the energy around me. The sounds of honking are minimal here – in Vermont, the general thought is to be patient and allow others a bit of courtesy while driving. Instead, I hear conversations sprinkled with laughter, and many wishes of “good morning” when passing strangers on the street.
At night my dog howls out every now and then – for moments in her dreams she is decidedly a sleek wolf calling out to Dog Star in the light of a full moon. I hear the ring of my cell phone; the voices of friends and the gifts of their deep or funny or informative, but always loving conversations. Even the sudden beep of the breadmaker is a happy sound, sending soft puffs of yeast breath into the kitchen.
So you see, hearing the philosopher hobo in my head is a small trade for all of that, and there is so much more I haven’t listed. But I am going to hand it over to you. What happiness do you hear?
Last week, I sent Nirvana (the wig) off in the mail to her new owner, Kathie Kelling. Nirvana arrived at her new Phoenix digs while Kathie was enjoying some time with three of her daughters. I received this message from Kathie:
“Today, 3 of my daughters took me to lunch for my birthday, which is coming up on Monday. We were going to a movie too, but had extra time in between so came back to my house. The mail had arrived, including the box with Nirvana. I opened it out of sight, put her on, and walked outside where my daughters were sitting in the sun. They laughed so hard they almost fell off their chairs! It wasn’t Nirvana’s fault – I am just not a long hair person and evidently no longer a blond. My daughter Candace decided she had to take a picture of me with her phone and send it to her son, Cody, who is 14. He responded immediately – OW! Then everyone took a turn getting their picture with Nirvana. Of course, my daughters wore her a lot better than I. We decided to create the Sisterhood of the Traveling Wig. After getting pictures with my 3 granddaughters here, she will go to my 4th daughter, who is in Riverside, CA. Then to my granddaughter in North Hollywood, and on to my sister in Placentia and her two daughters. Each person will have a picture with Nirvana and send it along. I envision Nirvana traveling the world and bringing joy and laughter to all.”
Yeehaw! Nirvana is carrying on the message of this blog – to find the silly in the serious. What better way than to send this part of my big adventure and bring laughter to others! I suggested to Kathie that we give Nirvana her own page, complete with pictures and updates, here at Trust the Universe, to show readers her global journey. Kind of like Flat Stanley for grownups.
Bon voyage, Nirvana!
My buddy, Michelle Rafter, has issued a Blogathon challenge. Participants are challenged to post a blog a day during the month of May. Michelle, I officially accept your challenge. Should I throw a blog glove down as I say that?
So get your eyes ready for some good reading, folks. On May 1st, I will post participating bloggers’ links for your viewing pleasure. Oh, and since most blogs have a theme, here’s mine : find the silly in the serious.
May is going to have its serious side for me, and I will share that when we turn the calender page. So, I am making my own personal challenge : to learn something new (and perhaps a little silly) every day.
You learn something new every day. We have all heard this phrase. We usually mutter it after we have read something we hadn’t thought of before, or when someone shows us a surprising way to accomplish a task. Next month, I will attempt to learn something small-but-new-to-me every day. Ahhh, now you are curious, eh?
Stay tuned. I might post pictures. Britain’s Got Talent hasn’t seen anything like it.