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From a Whisper to a Scream

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Today the jukebox in my head was playing Esther Phillips. She was singing From a Whisper to a Scream. My jukebox has been silent for a long while. Now it wants to scream. I think I woke it up with my own screaming. I’ve been silent too long and now I am hoarse with my yelling. Sometimes you have to, just to be heard. Even then, after screaming and screaming, you might not succeed. They don’t want to hear, but you can tell yourself, at least I’ve tried.

I think trying is good enough. Having done so, I can go back to whispering. It’s softer on the ears and easier on the throat. And people will not think I’m a crazy mad lady. I can breathe easier. My heart rate will slow and I can be mellow as a cello. I am getting better at this, at letting off steam. I blow my stack and you can see steam coming out my ears like in the cartoons. BUT none stays within. And I go WOW! I feel ok, calm and cool as a cucumber. I might lose a friend or foe. But then I can always make new ones, right?

WHAT ABOUT ME?

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IMG_0567It’s hard to stay afloat.  Sometimes I feel as if I’m drowning in the sea of life.  Where is the peace and contentment?  Everybody and their dogs are clamouring.  Me!  Me!  What about me?  And Sheba’s barking and nudging, insistent with her snout.  Me!  Me!  I feel like screaming.

IMG_1227Will everybody just shut the #* up already? What about me?  I count the most with me, thank you very much.  You will have to wait your turn, till I’m ready.  There, that’s much better.  It is finally quiet and peaceful.  My nerves are soothed by silence.  Bark collars work, even without batteries.  Different people require different ‘collars’.  You have to experiment to find the right ones, but it’s worth the effort.

Do I sound a bit nasty?  That’s what noise, a lingering cold and hassles not of my own making can do to me.  It drives me out of my skull.  Sometimes I cuss up a blue streak but I’m out of practice.  I have taken to seething.  You can almost see the steam coming out of my mouth in hisses and snorts.  It’s not satisfying at all.  I’m letting my fingers do the #*!#* instead.  It’s better but there’s not enough squiggles on the keyboard for full expression.  OH WELL!  C’est la vie

I have inhaled and exhaled.  I am tap, tapping away my angst on the keyboard.  My head is a little lighter and clearer.  Anger and irritation are chased down the road.  I am almost human again.  I rise above the soap operas of our lives and thrive.  What bunk but it sounds good, doesn’t it?