Ask your elders more questions. Listen to them. They did it already. They know. They aren’t shadows. They aren’t a dry pen. They’re a deep, cool well: full, mysterious, ready to leak. What should you ask? Perhaps start with What were you thinking when you settled on that spouse? What has made you most afraid? What's a thing you still want to do? (Ask them this again and again. Jot it with bullet points. Then go back and do the things.) • Take up black velvet painting. • Touch Niagara Falls from the Maid of the Mist. • Try sushi. • Would a hooker be so bad? • ROAD TRIP! What do they want to do that is too much to ask?
Today is April 12. Yesterday I posted a short poem on Facebook. Today’s NaPoWriNo poem was handwritten in the small journal I keep in my purse. I was out on the Plaza this afternoon helping Tati get a new battery for her phone. I used that time to write it.
Have I mentioned that getting out of the house is good for me? I’m an extrovert. I feed off of external stimulations. But (as I wrote), I live in the suburbs, and I have a tendency to stay in.
Happy Friday.
XO
Please ask.
Signed, an Elder.