Inspiration has been elusive lately. I havenâ€™t been able to come up with a label for this blog, let alone finish the chapter Iâ€™ve been chipping out of stone the past couple of weeks. For me, creativity is sparked by being outdoors, and with the Holiday weekend approaching, a road trip was in order! For Gary and I, thatâ€™s motorcycle camping somewhere I can fly fish and he can bicycle his guts out.
We had reservations at Silver Lake (in the Sierras above Mammoth) but as of Thursday morning they had two inches of snow on the ground. Brrrr. I quickly reconnoitered, and was lucky â€“ I got reservations in Kernville (in the mountains outside Bakersfield) at our favorite campground on the Kern River.
We left Friday to sprinkles and stop â€˜n go traffic through L.A., which graduated to a full-blown rainstorm at the Grapevine. Pelting rain and 42 degrees. We passed a wreck; a car had rolled, helicopter hovered, emergency vehicles flashing warnings to traffic.
Down the hill it was sunny and 72 degrees, and I looked back at the Mordor-like clouds sheeting rain â€“ beautiful. We rode an empty two lane happily through fields of grapes, alfalfa and groves of nut trees. Odd clouds ahead though, with a tan horizon. The wind picked up as we rode into a sandstorm! Garyâ€™s from West Texas, and has told me of them, but I never would have dreamed Iâ€™d see one in California.
Everything wet became mud, and my bright yellow motorcycle no longer was. I sit writing this in â€œCherylâ€™s Dinerâ€ Saturday morning drinking coffee, my point to this blog obscured by tangents. Then again, maybe not.
Inspiration has returned, like the signs of spring I see all around me. Starved for it? Hereâ€™s a suggestion, go to www.smithmag.net/sixwords. They have a challenge; describe your life in 6 words or less. Sounds impossible, but once you get started, itâ€™s like writing odd poetry. The introspection tapped me directly in to my muse, and I created of a couple while riding in the rain. The title to this blog isnâ€™t just about writingâ€¦youâ€™ve heard the term â€˜old soulâ€™? Thatâ€™s not me. It may not be my first time, but you can still see the creases from the wrapper.
I think I can, I thinkâ€¦ Mistakes; life in disguise. I learn slowly, remember long. Hawk heart, unfortunately same size brain. End comes, I go. Smiling.
Give it a shot â€“ you may not need an adventure to find inspiration!