Read Walden
This week I heard the following quote in the Douglas Sirk film All that Heaven Allows:
"Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." ~ Walden by Henry David Thoreau
It's been too long since I picked up Walden. I used to read it once a year and it would cure all that ailed me. I've gone three or four years without reading it. I'm long over due. I reached for it months ago to read but became busy. It did not travel far from the shelf before it was returned to it's spot, next to Emerson. Being busy, no time to read...all the more reason to reach for Walden. I pass it several times a day. Nothing in the book is insignificant to me.
When I first learned of the Transcendentalist, in school, I felt I had finally found my clique. Once I discovered them I went to the public library and checked out a rather old and precocious book called, Transcendentalism: a Story of Brook Farm. I carried it around for weeks.
"Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." ~ Walden by Henry David Thoreau
It's been too long since I picked up Walden. I used to read it once a year and it would cure all that ailed me. I've gone three or four years without reading it. I'm long over due. I reached for it months ago to read but became busy. It did not travel far from the shelf before it was returned to it's spot, next to Emerson. Being busy, no time to read...all the more reason to reach for Walden. I pass it several times a day. Nothing in the book is insignificant to me.
When I first learned of the Transcendentalist, in school, I felt I had finally found my clique. Once I discovered them I went to the public library and checked out a rather old and precocious book called, Transcendentalism: a Story of Brook Farm. I carried it around for weeks.
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