The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. – William Blake
We need to unleash our imaginations now, more than ever before, as our world constricts. The valve on that vast wellspring of subconscious energy needs to be opened more fully. There is a desperate need for alternatives to the way things were. Linear thinking will not suffice. Timetables and charts have become demonic symbols to my eyes. I detest the rising arcs of the contagion. The 21st Century is drowning in data, but such cold abstractions do not offer mercy only ominous alerts.
Years ago, as one part of my job at a large university, I used to write environmental science curriculum. I wasn’t assigned the task for my scientific expertise but for my creativity. Scientist would explain their work to me, and I would help create lessons for high school teachers. Sometimes I had to ask pretty basic questions, but they were necessary to reveal the core ideas. I am a writer/artist but all creative works coalesce around a tangible kernel at first. It is like the dust particles around which raindrops and snowflakes form. An odd detail stands out from a certain perspective: a ripple in sunlight, blossom dancing on a twig, driftwood splayed across the sand. An indefinable condensation clings to the back of the mind and generates an impression. The urge to shape the new idea is irresistible. That urge is growing among the hundreds of millions of people around the world whose worlds have fractured and splintered.
Math and science are tools we will use to subdue the viral beast, but we must find comfort in our imagination in order for our spirits to survive. Alternatives to normal work environments are sprouting around the world. But for far too many, the security of hard work has been restrained by government edicts. The march of days proceeds, but each day the bankroll decreases – increasing the stress. Stress is a killer; it nearly brought an end to me several times. Freeing the creative energy within can soothe the loss of certainty. Nature can inspire the ingenuity needed to regain some measure of control.
If you can, take a walk in the fresh air, but keep your distance from others for safety. If you cannot go outside, focus your attention on a plant, a rock, or pet and let go of logic for a while. Let the touch of the wild inspire you. Find a creative outlet. There are many mediums for expression. Make something to freshen your spirit. As in the theater, the dark curtain is falling, but it will soon rise upon a new act – a new age of humankind. Let our millions of ideas coalesce into a torrent of positivity. Take care. Peace