! ! Sounds In Mind

This mind is full of sounds… like Shakespeare’s island; though no mind is like an island… where are all those sounds stored, indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves? Only when a sound returns do you realise that it’s been missing.. hasn’t deprivation always been the Creator’s pointed message to us? just now, sitting with a teacup, after a ‘testing’ week… a gentle, sweet and reasonable woman’s mother voice returns to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear; reminds me it’s been absent for awhile.. and the world that seemed so alien last week surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.