WE DON'T MISS IT UNTIL ITS GONE..

It ?was an April night when we walked through the already warm air up the steps to the plane door.

I grabbed my doll and sat down in my seat next to my mum.

The doors of the plane soon closed.

And with it the doors to my favourite sounds.

Distant traffic and the Cicadas.

My favourite noisy little insects,

that would soothe me to sleep with their insistent lullaby.

The silence was deafening.

On the plane leaving Rome.

On the bus to my Grandparents in Bray.

My mother silent, except for the odd sob or sigh.

Together we sat hand in hand, deep in our own loss.

My Irish Grandparents also added to this silence.

Reserved, more contained ... more .. restrained,

then I had been used to.

Most certainly not the loud conversation I had grown up with in Italy, that any Irish person would think was a fight -

but really it was just passion.

My Irish Grandmother and Grandfather whispered, sitting at the wooden kitchen table with a tumbler of whiskey and just the sound of the ticking clock into the wee hours.

I stayed for the most part in my room,

while my mother cried herself to sleep in hers.

Loss or the unspoken conversation of loss ringing loudly in my ears.

I prayed to a God that I hoped would listen,

that I would soon feel safe and comfortable and able to speak up.

Most of all I prayed that someone would want to listen.

Because it felt like that was not the done thing.

It was not what we 'should' do.

Soon with school and trying to fit in, with trying to belong..

I learnt this lesson again.

I tried to share, I tried to be myself.

But it felt different.

I felt different.

The culture, the ways, the spoken and unspoken conversation had changed.

When I shared how I felt,

my schoolmates looked at me strangely.

I so I learnt ...

I was supposed to keep my feelings to myself.

We were all supposed to.

Because sharing how I felt resulted in welts on my hands by a grubby ruler and my dutiful teacher.

The only place that I was allowed and in fact encouraged to share and speak up was in Confession.

And yet it was to speak about what we had done 'wrong'.

What we were guilty of.

We would sit in a silent row.

Little girls with white legs and woolly socks.

Rocking our feet back and forth in fear and trepidation of the dark box that we had to enter to speak up about all our flaws.

And so I became afraid.

To admit I had feelings.

To confess my 'sins'.

And so I kept this 'bad' part of me silent.

I hid it with a silent smile.

And buried it deep within.

Until one of the hottest nights in Ireland in June 2009,

I imagined the Cicadas singing.

And all the hurt and unspoken loneliness I felt surged up from the depths of despair and nearly drowned me.

But it didn't.

I heard them call me.

And so I went back.

To the place where I learnt to speak up.

I listened to the Cicadas call all night for their loved one.

I listened to them as they sang a message meant for me.

I listened to the sounds of life and impassioned voices.

And I chose there and then to embrace my passion, my ancestry, my heritage, and ... the ONLY TRUTH THERE IS.

How we communicate with ourselves and others WILL shape our lives.

And I chose to embrace this calling from the Cicadas, from the traffic, from the distant voices, from the universe ...

TO SPEAK UP ABOUT THIS.

Because the silence of when we loose something is deafening,

and it needs to be SPOKEN about.

This GIFT that we have been given, that we have cultivated, of our words and our ability to communicate needs to be honoured.

We have taken it for granted for too long now.

We have continued to speak on a superficial level for too long.

Its time to a a DEEPER KIND of conversation that will OPEN up your world to ALL the rest. The 93% that we had forgotten.

And then maybe, just maybe ..

you will, just like me,

hear the Cicadas sing ... for you too.

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It's my GIFT to you.

Danielle

P.S: Yes I did create this image with AI and its probably a little creepy ... Cicadas are NOT this big

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