Seeing Me


I see pleasant shining down my face

So much joy with you today

You care


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 Memorable Magical Moment

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.



Remembering Yesterday


Friends add certain tremendous moments when we get the chance to enjoy time together. These write memories we share over our lives, lighting the pauses, rewinding, this will invite much reward. Rising value, smiling more with new never more welcome opportunities, limited only in spoken words, these were some special memories this week.



Wise Mentor

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.


Simply Spoken

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

Not Disabled

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.


Purpose Me

You want words to voice like popcorn spilling out quickly, freely, and calling each sense to img_0002wander in like a party has begun.

Having no speech places me in an unusual predicament. People tend to ignore me. Quietly I listen. When I am spoken to, volume rises. Communication is a fundamental part of life. Deep in night fear I fight back with my dreams. I am intelligent, with an appreciation for little things, like people in public places who speak to me like the knowledge of who I am inside pushes past my rough shell of unvoiced thoughts.

Writing helps push my inner voice out, keeping me pursuing my dreams.  Pursuing a dream gives purpose to life. Please help me wake my purpose by greeting me with who you are and what purpose you seek in your life.

Thank you for hearing me never make a sound.


Silent e


Writing On Obi’s Back

Healing on grounds not white like church but full of love and dirt

Knowing where prayers fill the air God whispers love

All who ride free know hope found in hooves like wings

Horses raced with shows filling bigger plans

Named and representing the Arabian pure breed

Supporting those with unique needs

Lucky few who grew leading you

Harness gripping

Safely saddled

Riding on round paths

Writing on Obi’s back

Making powerful prayer requests





Friendly surrender

Playful tail whip

Funny mouth twitch

Lucky few who grew guiding you

Writing to say what we reveal was it was you guiding my rides

while teaching me life is knowing happiness will bring hope to others

by giving kindly of yourself

Surprising pull

Quiet resistance

A reminder who you are

Learning respect

Luxurious youth

Why would you rightly choose to listen to me

Knowing already you’re sharing the lead

Shaping me

Knowing Obi will be forever growing wings of hope inside

So one day with them I can fly

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