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Love

I am starting to wonder about how everyone throws around the term ” I love you ” so much. Has it lost it’s meaning? Does it mean things for different people? Should we be more careful with our words or throw caution to the wind? Is it all about actions anyway? 

Ringing

Been a while since I blogged. Or wrote. 

So today I went back to yoga after many weeks of hiatus. Hiatus makes it sound like a vacation which it was not. My back has been out. Out to where? I don’t know. But, it certainly is not on the same page as me.

So I went to my teacher’s class ( Annie Carpenter, the one and only.) At the end of class I heard a noise which made me want to run for cover. You see, I have tinnitus, a constant ringing in my ears, plus hearing loss. So it equals= Good Times for Me. And By Good times for me, I mean really, really shitty times.

So I hear a noise outside myself which sounds like the noise  I hear inside myself. Paradox? Maybe.

Someone was playing her sound bowls.

Not Tibetan Singing Bowls which my dear friend Fawntice Mccain plays but rather quartz bowls. The sound is like what I imagine an alien ship hovering up my house to sound. It made me want to escape my body and/or at least, the class.

I stayed. It was confronting hearing the sound out loud that I nornally only hear in my head.

I hated them. 

Too close to home. I could not escape this sound.

Yet the irony of all ironies is that when these sounds were being played it was the only time I did not hear the ringing in my own head.