Why would a cricket sound mean so much to someone, you may ask? My answer. Deafness. I woke up one morning and wondered why I couldn’t hear the crickets yet the sun was shining and it was summer and they usually made a lot of sound where I lived. I lay there wondering why the silence and no crickets. Then I spun around to my other side and heard them. It was then I found out at 38 years of age that I had a hearing impairment. I couldn’t hear from my right ear.
Tonight there was cricket at my door. Night time even!! He was loud. I plugged my left ear and could still hear him or her in my right somewhat deafened ear. That was how loud he/she was. I loved the sound. Turned off the television to listen. Most people hate the sound of crickets. It drives them nuts. Me… it’s a remembory of when I could hear, when indeed I do hear them. And tonight I thought… maybe… just maybe.. my hearing isn’t as bad any more. Having given up bulimia, maybe, just may my jaw crackling, jaw numbing from constant chewing may be relieving the tension from my jaw to my muscles around my ears to have me hear a bit better again? Just a thought… 🙂 Moving into my third world of quarter century… maybe this one, which may be my last, may be the most beautiful…. if nothing else… I can hear crickets again. And the whistling in my ears (Tinnitus or something???) is quieting as well. Here is to healing.. 🙂 And maybe a little cricket who is there to make sure you keep your conscience clear as well? 🙂