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Despite All This

Sometimes when I want to silence the crying inside my head I go to Walden. It is the still white layer upon layer of snow, which hides Walden from me, which hides me from my world. 173 more words

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Sun, Clouds, Snow, Whiteout...Walden

I wake up over coffee
under a sunny sky

I go out under clouds

And gentle flakes of snow on white

Wind churns the soft coating on her crust… 14 more words

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Searching for a Sense of Quietude

Theoretically, once upon a time, it was possible to read voraciously. In a less connected world, our commitments would have been shaped differently. We would manage our time differently. 442 more words


Year of Grace, Day 102. On fashion and guttation

I started my day reading Walden Pond; I awoke around 4 am. By rights I ought to say re-reading, but I read it for the first time so very long ago, and my memory is not what it was, that it was like a whole new discovery. 637 more words


The ice men come to Walden Pond (Walden 186)

“To speak literally, a hundred Irishmen, with Yankee overseers, came from Cambridge every day to get out the ice. They divided it into cakes by methods too well known to require description…” — Henry David Thoreau, from “The Pond in Winter,” 505 more words


Still Wondering About Walden...

And after the ‘blizzard of 2015’ and three feet of snow in Boston early last week I still have something to wonder about…

Especially when a friend described the scene to be ‘almost like an apocalypse’ 470 more words

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