The Bookish Kind: May 6, 1862

A beautiful resting spot for Thoreau.

Under the earth and trees he loved so dearly.

Grateful for the wisdom he left us in his mere 44 years.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.
Live the life you've imagined.
As you simplify your life,
the laws of the universe will be simpler.: Henry David Thoreau

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth