Silent e

Water gardens, quietly rushing,

Peaceful and soothing,

Washing, soul renewing,

Would you take me on your deep reward?

Where wistful warmth borrows my being?

Where skies are clear and children believing?

To my wonder, my writing, my wishful wandering,

Over the walls your water falls.

Will you please wash my burdens free?

Would you euphorically and courageously

Release all my dreams,

So I can one day breathe?

When you work on something for pleasure powerful emotions emerge when you complete that project. When working on a task for my independence I never want the memory to fade. Half hesitant lost dependence is life as I live it under my sentiments. Mirrors remind me rising height quietly mocks my newest success carelessly. Completely  capable, clearly with some challenges, I’m surrounded by love; cognitive, albeit sounding like I’m not.  All making me even more determined when life might not brazenly educate me.

Living my quite surprisingly boring life can be completely satisfying when I can see perseverance, courage and love.  It brings me one slightly loosely tied shoe closer to a life I dream will one day be my own.

When you ask me how does it feel to finally tie my shoes…

We yelled

We were elated

We went out

Celebrated

When little by little my independence becomes elevated

Looping wishes no longer feel quite so complicated

 

 

I see pleasant shining down my face

So much joy with you today

You care

Clapping

Loving me through each day

God collects little encouraging things you say

With angel’s wishes

Using your soul to wear my love

Upon my face

I smile and sing of amazing grace

The thing you caught in your

Artistic photo

Was God whispering “you will one day

Fly solo”

 

 

A minute is neither enough time, nor enough memory, to hold something in your emotions. 

Leaning on intelligence, I decided  no memory could be sweeter than today, when my sister took time to hand me the only thing living I held in my hands. 

While my love seized like a bright light on this fine moment, with more welcoming vision than I have felt, with an animal in making me quietly want to never let go…

I’ll love the memory that was made in minutes.

No child should live without their voice. Thoughts sleep in your mind with no way for them to live. Silence is lonely.  Buried deep, naked, very awake,  my next creative story summons a way to be heard. Treasures sunken, waiting to be discovered.

Known for her unique rapid prompting method, Soma challenged voices, and she gave them a pathway . Having dreamed nightly, voicing silenced at creative crescendo, visiting her filled me full of excitement.

The first time I remember meeting Soma she was so ignited,small but powerful, pushy but very pleasant. She welcomed me with brazen swiftness. I think she reunites with very little welcoming. Simplistic, quick, rude. While most people like when we meet turning to shake hands, thoroughly sewing their void together with hello, moving to words with trivial worth, trying politely to introduce themselves. Soma just thrusts right into you with what you are there to do.

Saving no time to check out my surroundings, she swiftly escorted me to a small room with a table. Sitting in a chair with something wedged straight in front of my legs, turning left I noticed there was a wall, on my right, small but sure, was Soma. Neither of my brothers were in the room, yet they sounded like they were watching later. Sitting right behind me were my parents.

She moves with you, then woven with seriousness, she requests responses very rapid, like when she would write the spelling of the word she would request you to spell for her on the letter board. Unusual phrases filled what would normally be pauses for most people. Well like, then, so this. Very quick with running voicing. She spoke pulsing information with spelling, using pieces of paper, writing words, telling me the letters, putting unusual pursuit on me. Taking special trouble to turn responses to teach me how to have a voice. Listening to Soma pulse information with spelling then pursuing my response showed me how to express my voice. She gave me quick lessons.  Listening to her was peaceful. Talking much like humming, rich, fluid, she makes people wake their voice while learning.

Feeling grateful, excited, but choking with anxiety, I began to move casting childish challenges forth. She had cadence from beginning to end, never damaging my acuity teaching no matter what I did.

While piquing the required response, she welcomed me to spell, turning the lesson into my voice. She was the first person to pull my missed voice while respecting me like an intelligent ten year old.

Finally my thoughts were free.  While I worked with Soma one on one, I saw many others coming with quiet voices too. Exiting, we stopped right at the front door to get a picture under the sign which spelled HALO. While this was an acronym, I knew I saw the light.

Chasing creative forms of communication, most brutal feeling, swaddled survival words but very limiting. Having so much more to say than choices that were preloaded in dreadfully difficult devices, the simplicity and potential of the letter board changed my future.

Music speaks to my soul

My soul responds with dance

I will be sharing more special times with my writing so my memories won’t get lost in my silence.

https://silenteblog.wordpress.com/sharing-memories/

 

Lately life seems more unusually thrilling than when I was younger. Some things I remembered seem so trivial that trying to make them sound really interesting turns time consuming. Separating this I most often stop, truly thinking that my story won’t interest my readers like I would want it to. Willing simplicity, trying to push myself, I’m writing some personal stories soon.

Voicing with slight suspense, trying to worry less with quietly trying to show you thoughts run very wittily through my mind. Silence speaks with vanity.

Writing soon,

Silent e

My kind cousin Emmy asked me how  my disabilities  effect me. She was writing about nonverbal people with autism. I think my readers may also wonder the same as she did. This was my reply.

Please understand that who I am is not defined by what I am unable to do. Piquing my curiosity more, I wonder, who will understand voices with no sound?

Undefined vision makes my world more visually unique. Pieces open in my sight friends, all the time. Using new vision my understanding of why people said I was blind is more clear. Seeing like I do places perspective right where it should be. When I make new friends I easily see in their heart with love.

Share some love. Take time to hear what voicing with no sound will teach you about words. They should be given much thought.