“May God us keep
From Single vision & Newton’s sleep!" ~ William Blake
I don't call myself a writer. If I paid the bills with what I made writing I would. I deliver mail on rural roads in and around Springbrook, WI to do that.
I was at the kitchen table earlier struggling. I wanted to write something great. The thing that would draw comments, reactions, and praise. The thing that would inspire people to share their stories. Connection.
I sat frozen. I stared out the window for a half hour. Mad that I wasted my time I found a picture and posted something that didn't move me. Just something. I could say I put something out there. Maybe it would satisfy the muse. It didn't.
I figured I would go outside and work it off. Cutting and piling firewood usually helps. My family doesn't understand this. But they're not inside of me.
So I went to put my clothes on. I took my flannel "comfortable" pants off to put on my work pants covered in dirt, sawdust, and scented with chainsaw smoke. Then it hit me. Words flowed.
I put my flannel pants back on and sat back down to the kitchen table.
It's not that I didn't want to live when I was in my late teens and early 20's. It's terrifying to even admit that. They medicate you for that. Maybe even lock you up.
No, I was stuck. And I didn't know how to become unstuck.
We all get stuck. One of the shocks to help me get unstuck was Daniel Quinn's work. His novels opened me up to ideas that I would not have been open to prior.
I think there's a lot of ways to get unstuck. Hallucinogens, therapy, conversations with a friend, etc. For me it was ideas.
I had to understand how words on a page could cause goosebumps and hair to stand up.
Ideas are different than thoughts, you know. Ideas come to us, I think, from the divine. And it cares about us along with the rest of creation.
But ideas are meant for us humans. The rest of creation aren't interested. It's the way things are. Different strokes for different folks.
But the ideas saved me from single vision and Newton's sleep.
In other words, I learned there was depth to this world. That there was more than one way to look at myself and life in general.
It's how we interpret things. And ideas help us interpret. Without them we are blind.
That's enough now. I hope you get something out of this.
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