You know the old adage, “mum’s the word?”
Well, not only has mum been the word lately at Mama’s Empty Nest, but Mum has been fairly mum herself as well.
Definition of mum: (adj) silent, not saying a word. The origin of the word possibly came from “mmm,” the humming sound we humans make with our mouths closed, which indicates either unwillingness or an inability to speak.
Shakespeare used the word in Henry VI when he wrote: “Seal up your lips and give no words but mum.”
In other words, keep quiet, say nothing, shut your trap. The saying “mum’s the word” worked its way into our language as a means to advise another person to not reveal what he knows about something, to keep a secret, or stay quiet on the subject.
If you regularly follow my blog, you’ve probably noticed I’ve been awfully mum in the last week or two. Throwing in some synonyms for the word – mute, speechless, uncommunicative, wordless – adequately describes me right now. And I know it!
I can’t admit that I’ve been quiet because I know something I shouldn’t reveal because that’s not it. I don’t know a secret about anything! So I honestly have no clue why I’ve been so uncommunicative (which is very unlike me anyway).
Should I blame my wordless state on busy-ness? No, I cannot. No more busy days than usual. Oh, there has been a little wedding planning (two more to go), some strawberry picking and freezer jam making sessions, a bit of cleaning and household chores here and there in between my hours at my job, but nothing that demands my full attention.
Even my computer sits idle. I check my email occasionally and then shut off the distraction. Logging in to Facebook has become a rarity because I see those words asking me to declare what’s on my mind, and I’ve got…nothing, no status updates, nothing interesting to say.
If I do fire up my laptop, I sit and stare at the blank screen and I am…. speechless. Wordless. I feel like I have nothing to impart, even though my notebook of blog ideas paints an entirely different picture. I just don’t feel like saying it or writing it or even thinking about the ideas long enough to put a sentence together.
It’s like I have a disorder – a non-communication complaint, summer speechlessness, or author’s apathy. I can’t decide whether it’s just writer’s block or summer’s siren song of idleness.
In my younger days, I could be quite the talker, making chit-chat and small talk to fill any awkward silences. But as I’ve aged, I’ve become more of a listener than a talker. And honestly, sometimes I really have nothing to say. Absolutely nothing.
This speechless state has woven its way, spreading like runners of ivy, into my writing. I don’t want to bore my readers with just any old words. I won’t publish a blog merely for the sake of publishing every day….or two…or 12. If I have something worth writing, it also needs to be something worth reading. And alas, I feel no compulsion to write. And so I’ve been mum.
I hope I haven’t been disappointing, but I fear I may have been just that for those of you who log into this blog each day expecting some new post from me. Bear with me, my faithful readers, I’ll get my words back.
For now, in my book I call Opportunity, my deck and the coolness of the evening after a warm summer day (yes, cooler weather came back for awhile) are calling out enticing me.
My softly cushioned patio chair whispers, “Come hither. Come rest and bask in the quietness of a country evening. Inhale the scent of freshly mowed grass and savory strawberries, plucked from the garden. Listen to the birds warbling their sing-song melodies. Feel the gentle breeze as it ruffles your hair. Gaze westward and witness another spectacular sunset. Evenings like this won’t last for long. Maybe tomorrow you will find your words.”
[Blogger's Note: I actually wrote this in late June last year and because I am yet again in this predicament of having no motivation or inclination to write anything new and feeling quite mum, I decided to reblog this post. What surprises me is this seems to be a recurring theme around the last week or so of June. Hmmm.....summer doldrums, summer sunstroke addles my brain, summer makes me mute?? What do you think?]
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