My favorite song has always been “A Day in the Life” by The Beatles. I remember hearing it as a 12 y/o kid and could instantly feel Lennon’s voice, words, and music fuse to my mind, soul, heart and bones. If you cut me my blood will sing this song.
Lennon sang “He blew is mind out in a car.” This year I found out the “He” was me after suffering a concussion in a car accident.
I haven’t been able to read or write all year. The ability to connect and retain information was gone. Even now, this is not easy. Thoughts of what I want to write barely breach the surface of my mind. Or a something, words I snap my fingers at, trying to draw them out, they crest, I see them, I know they are coming, but they never surface, they sink and never return. These lost words can never be salvaged.
Yesterday I got Neil Gaiman’s Trigger Warning. It’s his new short story collection. I started reading and I felt it. The jolt of good writing came back to me. The excitable bliss a yogi must have when he aligns all his chakras, I get that sensation from a great sentence. You read or write something and you know it’s good. It reminds you that you are human and a being closer to a god than beast. It’s the feeling “A Day in the Life” gave me. Today I felt the magic of words again. I knew I was healing.
I wrote a blog today, oh boy. And though the news was rather sad, well i just had to laugh.