Our Trip to Walden Pond & Thoreau's Cabin
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
Since 9th grade, this quote has always resonated with me. I remember one summer I was reading Walden and imagined what it would be like to simply live in the woods and be able to write. No sounds except the audible chirp of crickets surrounding me, the rustling of leaves, sticks breaking, and a fire crackling. I was infatuated with Thoreau. He lived the life I had dreamed of - simplicity paired with writing. It was admirable and honorable. One of my aim screen-names back in the day was actually "Je Suis Thoreau" meaning "I am Thoreau" in French.
For whatever reason, I never actually made it up to the pond until a spur of the moment decision yesterday and I'm so happy we went on the day we did. The ride to Concord, Massachusetts was absolutely stunning. The trees were just beginning to wane from their peak. The autumn hues were miraculous, the weather was perfect, and we were completely engrossed in trees.
The energy throughout all the trails, Thoreau's house site, the pond, the color of the trees, the tranquility all scream to me saying - "simplify, simplify, simplify." These trips into nature, especially with my son accompanying me, help keep me grounded and they're always a reminder to keep to my roots.
Over the last few years, I have become such an empathic and peaceful soul. Motherhood shook that, but only slightly and if anything, it has only strengthened that. Motherhood has taught me patience like I had never known it. I have learned how to stay calm and stay present even in overwhelming situations. Bringing Maddox and nature together is always such a recharge to me. There's nothing more in the woods than simply being in the here and now and enjoying the joys of the universe and Maddox's soulful, wild, and free personality is always on fire in the woods. I love watching him explore, find leaves, find feathers, get excited when he sees a chipmunk scurrying across the forest floor. I love him simply being - gentle and soft shining with the brightest soul I've ever seen.
When I felt it time to leave the site of Thoreau's cabin, Maddox insisted on staying. He whined and cried and kept running to the stone pillars where his cabin once stood as if there was some sort of energy pulling him to the spot. It was honestly rough trying to get him to calm down and leave. He could have stood between the pillars for hours it seemed.
If you are ever in New England, I highly recommend checking this gem out (especially in Autumn but there's no doubt it's gorgeous in any season!) In the meantime you should read Walden and plan for your trip.