My view from the milk stool today is on not knowing and blue hornets. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately and I’m still not sure if I understand how it relates to creativity – but I’m sure it’ll come to me, one way or another.
But think about it – in this day and age, if you don’t know something, you can Google it. What did people do before Google? Perhaps ask someone in their community? I believe that would have led to a more interconnected community – which is a good thing. Something very much lacking, I believe, in today’s society.
Think of Facebook. Just this morning, I was trying to find out information on a person. You look at someone’s profile on Facebook and you may see mutual friends. That’s what happened. I reached out to these mutual friends – do you know such and such. The answers I got were not really, not sure how we became friends.
So here on Facebook, we have all these friends, but all we know about them is what they share on their Facebook profiles, if we even follow them.
That’s very much a false connection.
COVID brought about “contactless,” which I suppose was good, but with our already false connections, doesn’t that make community even more important?
I suppose this is an example of “not knowing.” I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. In my gut I say no, but I’m probably one of the most anti-social person you’ve ever met. Hard to believe given my job.
It doesn’t mean I don’t yearn for it.
This is a picture from today. There’s these gorgeous blue hornet type pollinators going crazy on the fennel tree. The wind is blowing and they don’t stay still long enough to manually focus on them. I don’t know what they are – I could Google it, but I think I’m just going to know that they’re beautiful and I need to try to get a better picture of them.
I planted two fennel (herb, not bulb) plants about this time last year. They’re about five feet tall now and blooming like crazy. Pollinators are flying in all different directions, spending time on the fennel, oregano, Molly Pops, and lavender. They’re beautiful.
Until later …