Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I got up early this morning to send some flowers and organize myself before my wee grandson arrives. I love getting up at dawn, but am married to a husband who likes to sleep in. He also has this habit of sleeping badly after he does his zoom choruses Monday and Tuesday nights. He reves him up and leaves him restless. Singing is powerful, and yet I know it brings up loss for him. They cannot hear each other sing, and the last thing that will be resumed after the pandemic winds down is hundreds of older people in a chorus. But he loves it so. Like puzzles, suduku and walking, the singing calms and eases him. Now it's more about talking to others on zoom and listening to lectures and all the prerifery. In his heart he wants to stand with his frends and open his chest and heart and sing freely in a huge room. So at night he wrestles out of all the contrictions of the pandemic and attempts to run and soar and fly.