Shaking off the dust and the grime of the city
All nature is doing her best each moment to make us well—she exists for no other end. Do not resist her. With the least inclination to be well we should not be sick.—Journal, 23 August 1853
Hi Good Folks,
Although I’m never not working, I’ll be on a camping trip over the next 2 weeks and am not sure what my connection to the Internet situation might be. So no Coach’s Notes for a couple of weeks. I may try to squeeze in an audio edition, but again getting it uploaded might be sketchy. I’m sure I’ll be tweeting and ‘graming where I can, so we can stay in touch that way.
I’m looking forward to getting back to Nature and decompressing from time. No pressure to be or do anything except chill and listen to the grass grow and embrace the “perpetual presence of the sublime,” as Emerson writes in his essay, Nature.
Ah! I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill at sunset to see the forms of the mountains in the horizon—to behold and commune with something grander than man. Their mere distance and unprofanedness is an infinite encouragement. It is with infinite yearning and aspiration that I seek solitude, more and more resolved and strong; but with a certain weakness that I seek society ever.—Journal, 14 August 1854
Although I won’t have the complete solitude of Thoreau, I will embrace the quiet moments where I can.
OK, I must get back to packing. Catch you on the other side of the trip.
Peace and love,
Illustration by Maurice Sendak from Open House for Butterflies by Ruth Krauss
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