I find it valuable to write about emotional, physical or spiritual experiences when I’m right inside them, rather than “Here’s how I felt yesterday, but I no longer feel that way.”
So here I am … heavy in the eyes, spaced out, vacant. It’s right here, right now. And the voice starts in: “Write something tomorrow, Bruce, when you’re feeling better. You’re too woozy right now to make much sense. When you’re at the top of your game, that’s the time to do a WordPress post. You say you want your thoughts to contribute to people. There’s just not much coming out of your brain right now.”
Well, that’s one perspective – quite a reasonable one, I’d say. Perhaps, though, the world doesn’t need so much reason. Could it be that listening to someone who’s in the middle of an experience can be valuable to the reader, no matter what that experience is? In my fairly stupefied state, I say yes.
“Your words will come out garbled. You won’t find the right word for what you want to say. You’ll make all sorts of spelling and grammar mistakes and won’t be alert enough to correct them.” I see. Quite a persistent voice.
What do I enjoy reading? Stuff that’s real. The writer is not trying to impress with their intelligence, wit or creativity. He or she is just telling you the way it is for them. And the readers probably can put themselves in the writer’s shoes. “I’ve been there.”
The “there” right now is so very dull. The clarity and joy that have often shown up recently seem to be hiding behind a curtain, and my reaching hand can’t find the hem to pull the heaviness aside. Strangely, it’s not an emotional blahness. I can see the animated Bruce as a silhouette just out of reach. I know my gifts haven’t gone anywhere. They haven’t deserted me. They’ll come back through the fog to say hello. How strange … right now there’s a little smile on my drooping face, even as my eyes call me to sleep.
What can we human beings create when the body is not co-operating with transcendence, power and union with others? Can I just “snap out of it” and be all set for a brisk walk in the world? It doesn’t feel that way. My body will continue to do what it chooses but my heart has a say in this as well. I get to decide the extent to which I reach out to my fellow travellers. In every moment, brimming with energy or slumping my way along, it’s up to me.
Hmm. I chose. I wrote this post. Thanks for listening.