There are holes in my upbringing,
knowledge, absent.
Consider Walden, the woods-lived
life--the proud pond;
sixty-one acres of knowing,
trusting simple existence:
that it was enough.
-Kate Churchill
From The Writer's Almanac, July 12, 2014~
David Henry Thoreau was born July 12, 1817, in Concord, Massachusetts. He went to
Harvard, but he didn't like it very much, nor did he enjoy his later job
as a schoolteacher. He seemed destined for a career in his father's
pencil factory, and in fact, he came up with a better way to bind
graphite and clay, which saved his father money. But in 1844, Thoreau's
friend Ralph Waldo Emerson bought land on the shore of Walden Pond, a
61-acre pond, surrounded by woods, and Thoreau decided to build a cabin
there. It was only two miles from the village of Concord, and he had
frequent visitors. During the two years he lived there, Thoreau kept a
journal that he later published as Walden, or Life in the Woods (1854). In the conclusion to Walden, Thoreau
wrote, "I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one
advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to
live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success
unexpected in common hours."
Mom Sequitur is an indecisive, ADD-afflicted menopausal mom who enjoys reading, writing, and making out with her two dogs. A prolific dreamer, Mom Sequitur spends her free time imagining she's won the lottery and can buy anything she wants out of the current Pottery Barn catalog.
Making sense
Anne Lamott, on writing ...
"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”
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