Visual Silence

I lost my voice in Spokane and I still don’t have it back. It was raining all week, or all year apparently according to the locals, including Thursday when we had to set up for ArtFest (oh the many, many joys of setting up a booth in the rain…).

Fortunately, the sun came out Friday and lasted the entire three days of the show. So did the pollen. You see, I learned that pollen needs to be dry in order to do its thing, so with the first warm, dry day of the year, every pollen-bearing flower, plant, shrub, tree, hedge and bush let go with a celebratory whoosh and covered everything. Did I mention everything? 

I must have had an allergic reaction to the stuff if my sudden coughing, sneezing, wheezing, hacking, sniffing, dripping and stopped up nose, headache, sore throat and loss of voice are indicative factors.

Why tell you about it? Because I’ve had no voice now for several days and it’s been an entirely new experience to spend time in virtual silence; quite unusual for this talkative spirit. But as always is the case for me, I am learning something new from it, and I’m feeling comfortable in my solitude, expressing myself visually with pictures instead of all my words words words.