When
you sit down to tackle an assignment, what is it that makes it so hard
sometimes to determine which direction to take? A long time ago I learned a
lesson by walking: Walking can be perfectly symbolical of the path that we
travel in those interior regions. Considering the constant barrage of bad advertising, we
could learn something from a good walk.
This assumes, of course, that we don’t want
to travel the well-worn path, or even, for that matter, the lawns and gardens
to somewhere predictable. Presumably, we want to break new ground, and we find
it difficult to choose our direction because the way forward does not yet
exist. For that, it takes a special kind of walking. Thoreau called it sauntering.
He theorized that “saunter” could be
derived from those people who roved the country side in the Middle Ages, asking
for charity under the pretext of going a
la Sainte Terre, or to the Holy Land. Okay, that works. In the metaphoric
sense, it’s nice to refer to our ultimate destination, that beautiful idea, as
the Holy Land. Thoreau admits it may also have come from sans terre, as in the walker who is without land or home, but
equally at home everywhere. That works, too.
Thoreau had only one condition. “If you
are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and
child and friends, and never see them again — if you have paid your debts, and
made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man — then you are
ready for a walk.” For our purposes, it means severing the ties of expectations,
forgetting about being productive or filling your billable hours. Sauntering is
about presence, being totally free and at home outside the margins to be on an adventure.
Look
for the darkest place, the thickest, densest spot. There, you have the least idea
where you will be going so that any detail can be transcended, any twig or leaf
or weed a symbol. I wonder what’s over
there…break away… keep going…a tree...left
or right… whatever...step over the big branch…barrel through the thorn bush…don’t
step on the deer pellets…make a right…ugh...burrs sticking to your pants… what a
grip… they’re so clingy… is that a bad thing...I wonder…maybe they’re seeking
an attachment of a different sort… maybe they’re not a nuisance…maybe they need
you… aren’t you dispersing their seeds... you’re picking up their future….hmmm…I
wonder about the consumers’ future…what seed do you need to plant for them?
When
you saunter, you strengthen the muscles of wondering. And in the state of wondering, you’re in what
Thoreau called the Wild. At your desk or
in the woods, trust those muscles to carry you, as if drawn by a magnetic force to a thought, a revelation, a creative breakthrough. Thoreau promised, “The
most alive is the wildest.”
For
some time now, much of the work I see travels familiar roads and there’s a
long-term danger with that. I believe, as Thoreau wrote in “Life Without Principle,“ that the mind can be permanently profaned
by the habit of attending to trivial things, so that all our thoughts shall be
tinged with triviality.” Let’s not live in a Facebook world. This is the way to
a more creative life.
Thoreau
wrote, “He who sits in his house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of
all.” I say, “He who sits at his computer all the time Google-searching,
iSpotting and Getty-scouring, may be the greatest vagrant of all.”
Now, go! “So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bank-side in autumn.” Thoreau said that.
Now, go! “So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bank-side in autumn.” Thoreau said that.