I have a cold, and am approaching laryngitis. Being voiceless is both metaphorical and literal. (Anyone read the classic "In a Different Voice" by Carol Gilligan?). In some ways (without again being totally touchy-feely) this blog is part of my voice. I say things I might not say out loud to many people, and then I can duck and run (I really have no idea who is reading this or when). So that's the metaphorical voice.
As for the literal voice, the funny thing is with only whispering this morning, I obtained higher levels of cooperation with the girls, and we got done with our morning routine (breakfast, getting dressed, backpacks packed and hair brushed, etc.) much more quickly. G said she was being nice to me because I was sick, A said she just felt like being nice. Maybe if there is no competition in the voice department, either with me being able to be louder than they are, or no joy in being louder for them, maybe that allows us to forget about arguing and negotiating. I'm not sure, but it was a more peaceful morning.
Oh and one more thing about metaphorical voice. It's hard to appreciate the silence while I have the little chatty cathy in the back of my head commenting and criticizing all the time. Anyone know how to give her a case of laryngitis too?
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Have you read A New Earth? He (Ekhart Tolle) talks about all of the incessant chattering - thinking - that we all do... I found it helpful.
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