I was about to write
a blog until I realized why not just do it tomorrow. I'm home, sick and uneasy.
I lost my voice today in the worst possible way. In a way, I saw it coming and I never thought it would come to pass.
Well, my sore throat
began last Friday, May 4. Then...the weekend came. Money came too late.
Obligations to the family set in. Change of plans disrupted some part of my
weekend activities. Although it was a fun and new experience, I realized that
it was the beginning of my present condition--lacking sleep.
Little did I realize
that the sore throat would gravitate into a dry cough by Monday. And Tuesday
was the clincher--I merely thought doing my service to the community would be
enough. Oh no! I didn't stay up that late because I wanted to. I wanted to go home,
badly! I wanted to sleep…(was it so wrong to ask???)
And now? Lost my
voice...couldn't work...no replacement… so what now? If there will be any sleep
at all it'll probably be something like this.
Sleep by Eric
Whitacre (click this link for the story behind this song)
The evening hangs
beneath the moon
A silver thread on
darkened dune
With closing eyes
and resting head
I know that sleep is
coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe
in bed
A thousand pictures
fill my head
I cannot sleep my
minds a flight
And yet my limbs
seem made of lead
If there are noises
in the night
A frighting shadow,
flickering light
Then I surrender
unto sleep
Where clouds of
dreams give second sight
What dreams may come
both dark and deep
Of flying wings and
soaring leap
As I surrender unto
sleep
As I surrender unto
sleep
This is one of my favorite challenging pieces for me. When the sopranos soar towards the end and transitions into that pianissimo "sleep", I couldn't help but wonder if I could ever sing like that again. Now, my voice isn't much. I just wish that this illness of mine would come to pass.
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