I Don't Want to Talk About It

Bonjour, dear readers! Here I am - back after an oh-so-brief "day off". Did I use this day wisely? Absolutely not. Productively? Perish the thought. As a result of spending most of Monday dealing with soul-sucking administrative mumbo-jumbo, the Baroness finds herself at a complete loss for an inspiring topic. I know that I have told you many times that inspiration abides everywhere. I'm beginning to sense that I may have been selling a little metaphysical snake oil with that assertion. For today, it abides nowhere. Ugh.

For a brief moment, I thought of commenting on the CBS Sunday Morning piece on artist and film director Julian Schnabel. Would I talk about his art? His tour de force movie, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly?". No, no, no. I was merely digging the fact that this man considers his pajamas to be his daily uniform. A feat not many can pull off - the only other person I can think of is Hugh Hefner. And he's about what - 200 years old? Respect your elders, I say. Yet Schnabel schlubs around without appearing either pretentious or eccentric. At least to me. Truth be told, I'm kind of jealous. But I don't really want to talk about that.

I also entertained the thought of talking about yet another Sunday Morning piece. Quite the little expose where they shed some light on a grave world issue taking place, as we speak, in Northern England. The growing number of American squirrels are threatening to exceed the population of the the more genteel and refined indigenous Red Squirrel. Scandal! Mayhem! Get the United Nations on the phone! Page Angelina Jolie! While I find the whole situation strangely enlightening - in a ridiculous sort of way - again, The Baroness is once again kind of jealous. Of the Earl or Viscount or whichever sad representation of fifedom he is. For this has become his vocation, his mission. Judgement aside (and here I would state the obvious - I have many judgements on this particular story), the man has direction and focus - he wants to rid Great Britain of American squirrels. He's the Churchill of the chipmunk world (I know - chipmunk, squirrel, not the same. Back off, Nitpick Police - it just fits). Imagine. But I really don't want to talk about that.

I thought of this amazing wisdom article I read in Yoga Journal titled "The Awakening". It outlines all the steps that follow when one is faced with a transformative event in their lives. It was appealing to the Baroness in particular as she herself has stared down something pretty big. You can actually find it through the Yoga Journal's treasure trove of a website. But really - given the choice - would you rather hear about my health woes, or read about another cowboy in my past? Three words. Yippee. Ky. Yay. But I don't want to talk about that today.

Hopefully today, I'll be able to find my way to the well, and dip my ladle into something that will slake my creative thirst. Until then, I don't want to talk about it.