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A Week was published in 1849, with a note at the back announcing the imminent publication of Walden; or, Life in the Woods. A Week was not well received by the public, however, and only two hundred copies of it sold in the first few years after its publication. 46 more words


Thoreau’s castles in the air (Walden 201)

I’m going to quote a well-quoted paragraph in which Thoreau sums up much of the content of Walden. Taken by itself — if you’re coming to this page without having read the rest of the book… well, read the paragraph and then I’ll tell you what I have in mind: 272 more words


The Attentiveness Of Walking

“You must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates while walking.”

                             Thoreau (Journal, October 31st, 1850)

It’s something we hear, and are told, often. 1,031 more words

The Refreshable Resource: Project Gutenberg

The internet is a fantastic resource for people in any field, and environmentalism is no different. To just give one example, there’s a library’s worth of environmental texts available as free E-books on… 217 more words


Why Thoreau left the woods (Walden 200)

“I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.” 417 more words


Foraging Ahead

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” – Henry David Thoreau

I recently wrote about unconventional foraging for Atlas Obscura.

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City Living

Thoreau for an icy Tuesday...

The wind has gently murmured through the blinds,or puffed with feathery softness against the windows,and occasionally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night…The earth itself has slept, as it were its first,not its last sleep….But while the earth has slumbered ,all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending,as if some northern Ceres resigned,showering her silvery grain over all the fields.We sleep,and  at length awake to the still reality of a  winter morning.The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window-sill;the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim light, which enhances the snug cheer within.The stillness of the morning is impressive. 10 more words