October, 2023 - Baby Boomer Lola

By LPJ

A deja vu. I’m stuck again. Can’t think of anything to blog about. Short of standing on my head, I’ve tried every trick to dance my way to an idea, including staring at the ceiling hours before sleep at night, gawking at flowers and weeds beyond my front patio, even talking to birds that flutter past my window. Nothing. And this has happened several times before.

Why is it that when I will to write, the muse wields no inspiration? But there have been moments when visions of topics pop in my mind and I swipe them aside because the interest isn’t there. When I want them back, they’re gone. I can’t remember them the attractive way they first presented themselves to me. The vision and the pictures fizzled out. Then I fuss; that was very silly just to let them go.

So now, I’m back to jabbering and listening to the tap of keys on my laptop. The sounds are monotonous. But wait, they’re perking up – I wonder if there’s an idea coming. I stop. Silence. No finger tapping of keys. Maybe I can reach out for something in the quiet … the silence can spin magic sometimes. Be still, I tell myself. Words are creeping through: a thought, a memory, just yesterday – aha! Gotcha!

By: LPJ

Wonder and curiosity from a humble heart

Behind my laptop on my table at home is a vase bearing baby’s breath, tiny white flower balls in bunches perched at the end of long, fragile branches. They came as part of a huge bouquet of yellow roses gifted to me by friends Jean and Mike, four months ago. The roses dried up two weeks after their full bloom from shy buds to fully opened petals. But still here, four months after I received the bouquet, are the baby breath flowers. Though the top part of the branches have turned brown, the bottom part submerged in water are staying green. The flowers look like frozen little snowflakes. I call them angel puffs.

The angel puffs amaze me. None dropped, none dried, while the rest of the flowers they came with had morphed to crumbly pieces three months ago. So, I wonder, and I’m curious why.