Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Scribbler's Missing Time

"Time never passes so quickly and unaccountably as when I am engaged in composition, i.e. in writing down my thoughts. Clocks seem to have been put forward." —Henry David Thoreau's journal, Jan. 27, 1858
Henry Thoreau felt like he lost whole chunks of time absorbed in writing. John Muir fussed over how much time writing required him to be indoors. If it were true of these giants, how much more so for me?

I love to write, but I find it excruciatingly difficult. I have an impulse to put my thoughts into words, but they usually have to be painstakingly worked and shaped and reworked—and still they fail me. I find that not writing is not an option, however. Writing has helped me think more clearly and experience more fully my woodland home and other wild places. Hopefully my feeble words can inspire other people to get outside and enjoy the wonders of nature more. If that happens, I will regard my time lost to scribbling as time well spent.

Be well. Go for a walk.

Floating leaves
Even random wet leaves become a writing prompt

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