hugs to my vicki. find her in my friends link. ‘home, in a heartbeat.’
have you ever just “clicked” with someone?
you keep discovering things that you have in common?
happy surprises. somebody who thinks so much like you do? or likes
just what you do? . . . except for SNAKES ! ! !
who’s different enough from you to be interesting . . .
but who can almost finish your thoughts or think them at the same time?
well. that happened to me a couple of months or so ago!
she’s a fellow blogger and frequent commenter on other sites and now
a good friend . . .
who just happens to live on the other side of the world . . . in australia.
she mentioned ‘walden’ by thoreau. she loved it!
and recommended i read it.
i emailed back in delight . . . to find a fellow reader and believer . . .
“it was my bible in my junior and senior years!” i exclaimed.
i carried it around til it got dog-eared. LOL. we were both so happy
to realize a mutual connection. and now . . .
after just spending this past weekend reading walden yet once again . . .
i felt the desire to share him on the peanut.
i know vicki may want to write about him too. and no doubt she will.
after all. we both adore him. and he’s certainly a big enough subject!
and her slant will be more fascinating than my own. because . . . . .
i just happen to think . . .
ANYTHING from AUSTRALIA is FASCINATING ! ! ! lol. i do!
and i love her blog and her aussie accent that i can hear right through
her words. can’t you hear it too? when she comments? i can! lol.
so . . .
until she does her own walkabout with old hank . . .
wonder if anyone ever did call him hank?
i find you either like henry or you don’t. there seems to be no luke warm
some people have called him pompous and opinionated. and others . . .
well. who really cares what others think about him?
henry david thoreau. i think i would have called him david . . .
had i known him.
i happen to love him. and the wise things he said . . .
“what you call bareness and poverty is to me simplicity.”
his love of simplicity and innate kindness and goodness and just a
touch of monkishness totally appealed to my teenage angst.
walden pond in autumn.
a winter scene
it looks small here. it’s really 58 surface acres and almost 2 miles of
shoreline. in some places it’s over 100 feet deep. a big pond indeed.
his words grounded me like nothing else could.
i would write his best quotes in my notebook. and when
‘the world got too much with me’ i would read his quiet words and
in my mind i would go to walden pond.
i think a teenager of any age could benefit from these words . . .
“i am grateful for what i am and have. my thanksgiving is perpetual.
it is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite ~
only a sense of existence.
my breath is sweet to me. o how i laugh when i think of my vague
indefinite riches. no run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not
possession but enjoyment.”
i believed those words then. and i believe them now.
it is how i live my life.
i’m a morning person. since i was a child. he was a morning person too.
“what is the pill which will keep us well, serene, contented?
for my panacea . . . let me have a draught of undiluted morning air.
until i get to see concord for myself . . .
i shall have to armchair travel there. come with me.
i have never been to concord massachusettes. i’ve been to mass. many
times before of course. but never concord. it is one of the places i would
like to see.
his little cabin there is a replica. i’m not sure what happened to the original.
maybe just age?
but the replica is exact. even to the furniture and placement of it
he lived in his little cabin from july 1845 ~ september 1847
“even in winter we maintain a temperate cheer and a serene inward
life, not destitute of warmth and melody. only the cold evergreens
wear the aspect of summer now and shelter the winter birds.”
“however mean your life is, meet it and live; do not shun it and call it
hard names. it is not so bad as you are. it looks poorest when your are
richest. the fault-finder will find faults even in paradise.
love your life, poor as it is. you may perchance have some pleasant,
thrilling, glorious hours, even in the poorhouse.”
a night scene in concord by the photographer steve erat.
it still appears to be a smallish and unspoiled place to me.
and yet it’s only ten minutes from boston!
one of my favorite things in my own ‘wee blink bonnie’ is the
sunlight and shadows across the wall . . . that peek into the windows . . .
just like they did for henry. it’s the very best kind of ‘art.’
and perhaps his most famous quote of all . . .
“simplify simplify simplify! our lives are frittered away by detail.”
wow. if it was a problem back then . . . how much worse must it really
be today? have we just gotten so used to the chaos and the STUFF that
we’re drowning and don’t know it?
and i like this . . .
“in proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will
appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude,
nor poverty, poverty.
nor weakness, weakness.”
and . . .
“a broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man’s life as in a book.”
thank you for being there for me all those many years ago. for knowing
then and taking the trouble to write down the beauty you found in
for a world that is too much with us . . . your words still
bring me peace and calm.
i see the ripples on walden pond.
i do! sweet henry.
you showed me walden pond.
you who died too soon. too young.
perhaps you had simply completed your work in this world.
the universe needed you elsewhere.
your work lives on and has never been more needed than it is today.
thank you henry. thank you.