Tag: Woods

I’m ten years old, playing down in the creek at the base of our driveway. It’s winter 1974, and the woods surrounding the creek are wet from fresh rain. The acidic flux of old oak trees fills the air with a soft vinegar aroma, and the lichens smell earthy and woodsy, like a damp Harri...

This is probably the most famous paragraph from American transcendentalist philosopher Henry David Thoreau seminal Walden; Or, Life in the Woods. Despite the fact that Walden was published nearly two centuries ago, it still awakens reverberation today—and it resurfaces time and again (...

Almost ten years ago, I got lost in the woods. In all honesty, I don’t remember if it was intentional or not. I did go wandering, after all, into the darkest places, filled with trees and brambles and the kinds of sounds that only creatures with very big teeth would make. So was i...

This is probably the most famous paragraph from American transcendentalist philosopher Henry David Thoreau seminal Walden; Or, Life in the Woods. Despite the fact that Walden was published nearly two centuries ago, it still awakens reverberation today—and it resurfaces time and again (...

I’m ten years old, playing down in the creek at the base of our driveway. It’s winter 1974, and the woods surrounding the creek are wet from fresh rain. The acidic flux of old oak trees fills the air with a soft vinegar aroma, and the lichens smell earthy and woodsy, like a damp Harri...

I’m ten years old, playing down in the creek at the base of our driveway. It’s winter 1974, and the woods surrounding the creek are wet from fresh rain. The acidic flux of old oak trees fills the air with a soft vinegar aroma, and the lichens smell earthy and woodsy, like a damp Harri...

Itwent surprisingly quickly. I meditated from sunset to sunrise under an old beech tree. I alternated between sitting, standing, and walking meditation. I took a flask of coffee with me, and I’m glad I did. It felt good at times to hold the warm cup in my hands (-: In the beginning, there w...

Itwent surprisingly quickly. I meditated from sunset to sunrise under an old beech tree. I alternated between sitting, standing, and walking meditation. I took a flask of coffee with me, and I’m glad I did. It felt good at times to hold the warm cup in my hands (-: In the beginning, there w...