Walking With Thoreau
In a waking dream

I’d love to take a walk with Henry David Thoreau, the writer of Walden.That wonderful classic of nature writing begins, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately…”
It’s a very difficult thing to do, living deliberately. I doubt that I will ever fully master it, or even get to the apprentice level, although I keep trying every day.
But I would be happy to take a walk with Thoreau.
Not just because he found a way to “live deliberately”, at least while he was at Walden cottage in Concord, Massachusetts. But because he was so truly absorbed in the natural world.
Live in each season as it passes, “ he wrote. “breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
I am passionate about nature, but if I live to be 100, I will never be as observant or poetical about it as Thoreau.
He noticed everything. A small insect. A timid bird. The formation of ice on a pond.
Thoreau knew about the importance of protecting the earth, long before environmentalism was a “thing”.
“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?” Henry David Thoreau wrote presciently in his book Cape Cod, published posthumously, 1865.
Yes, I would love to take a walk with Thoreau, but it isn’t just the distance of more than a 150 years that prevents me from fulfilling this wish.
From all I have read, although Thoreau had several good friends, he wasn’t especially interested in socializing. When rambling in the woods or countryside, absorbing the sights, sounds, and scents of the natural world, he usually preferred to be alone.
I can understand that. I often feel that way myself.
But I can use my imagination. And in my imagination I am walking with Thoreau, listening to the birds, wading through knee-deep ferns, stopping by a swiftly running stream, free of pollution and rippling with life.
A wood thrush calls. We would both pause to listen to the enchantment of nature’s flute, embodied in a song bird.
But I won’t start any conversation, because there will not be any need for it. In a way it can be immensely restful not to talk.
But, oh, how Thoreau could write! Read Walden. Or Walking.
As Thoreau said “Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”





