My home is filled wit music -- be it the stereo playing, or the humming of the Star Wars or Harry Potter themes or Auld Lang Syne from the Dragon, or the adorable muddled up childrens songs from the bumblebee. There is music.
Music in the rhythm of the fan rotating in my room, as it spins round with a clicking sound to cool me down, music in the birds and insects in my garden, and in the giggles of my children.
It is times like these, where I get to seek comfort and joy in the singing and giggles of my family, that I am reminded how lucky I am to have senses that allow me to love sound. I have worked with so many children where sounds grate on their nerves and overpower them to the point where they cannot function due to the physical pain caused by sound. It saddens me to think how the magic of sound can hurt as much as it can heal.
As I write this, Bumblebee comes n, demanding "Happy no Oo Ay" from me. So I smile at her, turn from my computer and sing "If you're happy and you know it,, shout Hooray!" And I am thankflu that my children love music and melody....
