None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter as a sacred place, a Sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.
Interpretation
Thoreau emphasizes the transformative power of nature, particularly in its darkest and most forbidding forms.
In this quote, Henry David Thoreau reflects on the idea of self-recreation through a deep connection with nature, specifically seeking out the wild and often overlooked parts of the natural world. He views these dense woods and swamps not as gloomy or dismal, but as sacred spaces that hold essential strength and wisdom, suggesting that true understanding and personal growth often come from embracing the raw, untamed aspects of existence.
In practice
During a nature retreat, I shared Thoreau's insight about the transformative power of the darkest woods.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
That grand old poem called Winter
Why use up the forests which were centuries in the making and the mines which required ages to lay down, if we can get the equivalent of forest and mineral products in the annual growth of the hemp fields?
Twenty-five years ago people could be excused for not knowing much, or doing much, about climate change. Today we have no excuse. No more can it be dismissed as science fiction; we are already feeling the effects.
Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live.
The shortage of fresh water is the major ecological problem of this moment.
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