Testing... Testing...
Testing One Two Three
Testing... Testing...
Testing One Two Three
Ba-Ba-Ba Bar-bara Ann...
Ba-Ba-Black Sheep...
Ba-Ba-Ba...
Bah! Bah! Bah!
That's the sound of rejection.
Riding down the Alcan Highway, we're rolling onward towards the Last Frontier. Me sisters are playing make-believe and me folks are tuned in to the radio while I'm juggling thoughts in my head. I'm pondering on what to do. I could keep reading the information in me field guide on geology. I could play along with my sisters as they pretend to have a cup of tea or I could just sit here and stare out the window watching the mountains and the rivers fly by.
Rolling On!
Dawson Creek, British Columbia is far behind.
Whitehorse, Yukon Territory lies ahead.
The girls are chattering and giggling. Mom and Dad are mumbling with the radio in the background. There's someone talking on the air about the latest news. The picture of normality suddenly shifts to one of urgency. My sisters jerk their heads and look towards the front of the van. Dad turns an ear inward towards the speaker. Mama bites her tongue as she listens to the sound that floats out from our transporter. Everybody is listening....
Oh, Canada!
I stand on guard...
What are you all listening to on the radio?
"Just a minute...let me listen..."
A minute passes by with all ears wired to the machine.
What is going on?
"Hold on,..let it finish..."
Mama looks at me and winks an eye with a gentle smile. My sisters have now climbed up from the back seat to the middle seat and Dad is still driving down the road with the mezmerizing sound of information feeding his head.
Another minute passes by.
I wonder...
My heart sinks.
I wander...
Pain.
Who am I?
Why me?
Who are they?
Why them?
Dad hits the brakes! We fall forward out of our seats and onto the floor towards the front of the car. When much to our surprise, a MOOSE slowly trots across the washboard highway. We stare in awe!
Alces alces!
A 6 foot shoulder height.
900 pounds of Truth.
Wildness!!!
He looks once at our lone van on the road then fades away into the forest.
My pain was gone the minute I realized that the moose could care less about what was on the radio. Doh! I was with the moose through and through while they went right back with the hoo and hoos.
"Daddy, what were they talking about on the radio when they said something about the president?"
Dad begins to explain to the girls. I can't read his lips because I'm in the back and certainly Mama can't talk to me at the same time. No one signs. I do what I do when I'm with hoos. I wait and wonder...
Patient I must be.
Waiting a little more.
Longer still...
*sigh*
If nature has it's path well established, I'm gonna go with it. Humans are obviously flawed and intolerant of what is given.
They refuse to accept and receive which results to them further dividing amongst themselves.
"Jeffrey, Why are you upset?"
"Whatsamatta?"
YOU!
You don't hear ME!
Wildness.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
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7 comments:
Jeffeterlingua.... YOU are AMAZING!
You must publish your works! Soul stirring! Your words touch me viscerally - way down deep in my belly.
Your experience is one we Deafies all know well. Sigh...
May we all meet a Moose in the wild that will lead us home.
Yes. Wildness.
~ LaRonda
You have a gift! Please take LaRonda's suggestion and publish! These are classic vignettes that everyone will recognize, Deaf or not.
I love what you've written! Keep it up... you've gotten a new fan. :)
Laronda,
Smiling Brightness!
Remember what I said:
Sunshine knows the way.
Happy your soul is stirred.
Let's go....
Go Home!
*chuckle*
Dianrez,
I'll consider the suggestions regarding the publishing ideas.
You are right about everyone recognizing these vignettes:
Hearing or Deaf.
Thank you so much for stopping in and dropping a line. I am smiling.
DP,
I'm pleased to see you enjoying this. A new fan you say?
I'm flattered!
Thank you for the blushes.
I would have never written this if it were not for my friends and loved ones like you all.
Inspiration is contagious.
Thanks for everything!
Each and every one of you.
I feel like this all the time in the car, only I'm the parent. My husband used to chat away with the kids. I never heard what they all were talking about. Now they're grown and they ask. . .Do you remember how we used to say this or that, don't you remember that game we used to play in the car???" No I don't. I feel like I missed so many things of their childhood even though I was sitting right there all the time. Those moments other parents remember and cherish aren't for me. It hurts. I agree with the others-- publish your work.
Simply beautiful, Jeff! I love every word you write. Keep it going, "asshat II". LOL! Wuv ya!
Misha :D
Kim,
You know that pain and frustration. I believe all of understand those very feelings. What makes us furthermore understanding of one another is when we actually admit that we deal with the same issues.
A lot of times, pride gets in the way and we fail to relate.
Thank you so much for relating.
You're a smile on my face.
Misha,
Asshats keep us warm but I like the way my hair smells when I'm not wearing mine.
Zest-fully clean!
Heh heh.
Thanks for the comment ;)
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