Missing

It has been raining for two days. This morning I woke up without a voice. Praying for this bug to pass, I am shaken awake to the miracle of my vocal cords. Fragile ribbons that serve each day, as I sing and praise and question and connect. I spent the first part of the day worried about canceled appointments. My whole life I have struggled to trust the wisdom of the body.  Today when it hurts to talk, I am reminded that it is also my livelihood to listen.  A day inside and inward. Blankets and a busy electric kettle. A pull back to the page. A search for missing words. Here's hoping . . . Talk soon.