I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
Simply Me Blue Jays are intelligent, too. They are in the same family as crows and often harass crows, but mostly by squawking and flying around to tease or taunt them. Again, bratty behavior. Although jays do raid nests occasionally, I would think most are smart enough to not raid a crow's nest. That jay paid dearly for his crime.
Once I witnessed a murder of a bluejay. (it deserved it) My Dad pulled his fishing boat into a small cove on a tiny island not far from the larger island of Wrangell, Alaska. We were having our lunch when a commotion in the treetops got our attention. With the help of binoculars, I saw a blue jay harassing a nest of crows. It drove at the nest several times then came out with a featherless baby. I saw it drop to the ground and I ran to look at it. There was nothing I could do to save it because the head was gone. I ran back to the boat. A few crows started chasing the blue bird. Several crows, screeching, flew to the larger island returning very quickly with enough crows to darken the sky.
In horror we watched them pluck every feather off the jay before they snipped off its head.
This was a fabulous look at the importance of nothing. Words that convey something, yet nothing comes out. No plot, no characters, no pathos/comedy/action; alas! Nothing.
I thoroughly enjoyed every word.
May I borrow this idea? I have spent many days doing the same thing you are doing. I did not know there was something about nothing. You can suppress those emails. I think I did a few months into it. I pour enough guilt on myself without getting more that I don't need because they don't tell me anything I don't already know.
Keep those ideas about nothing coming. I find it refreshing to be in good company if that means something or nothing. Variety of nothingness is the chili pepper of la vida loca.
Return to pondering the context of your next blog entry. Tomorrow is National Cheeseball Day, as well as National Banana Day. I sense a food topic would be apropos. It is most assuredly something, not nothing, which would be that which you are seeking.
Or you could write about my favorite sister celebrating her 73rd birthday tomorrow. Backstory: She flew from her home in Las Vegas to Tennessee to meet our youngest sister who drove across country from Oregon because she dislikes flying and has loved to drive since she was permitted to do so. They will spend 10 days hanging out at a resort. (Who knew? Resorts in Indiana?!)
You are most welcome for the unsolicited prompts. I will check back to see what you come up with....or not.
Ah, a nothing blogpost, one of my favourite creatures. Have raised a few champions in that line, I have. You ought to enter this one in the next show - I think it's about the time of year for Pufts.
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