“Chaos and ancient night, I come no spy with purpose to explore or to disturb the secrets of your realm, but as my way lies through your spacious empire up to light”. – Henry David Thoreau
You wrote increasingly of the earth as if she were a mix of your judge and mother, and you spared no lack of fond adjectives in describing her both in bearable and tempering terms. You often scolded your own thoughts spoken before your ink donned the paper, whispering aloud, “the cove bends around the grove, before the grandfatherly Red Maple, or it does not”. At times, you muttered secrets, which we shall not tell here, except to say, “If man’s thoughts could be round like the stand then perhaps he would be less judgmental”. Your discourse aloud and in the written word explored heavy mysteries discovered upon the warm nights and thought out better when the winter was cold, and no sound could be heard, except that of the crackling fire.
My eyes grew bleary on occasion watching your quill move swiftly like a rapier cross cutting its way through battle. When perchance a hint of mysticism or witchery would catch your observance, you were quick to shame it in the scuffle you held for balanced thought. Your subject matter on civil discourse and that of disobedience, once carried a debate against yourself for an amount of some days. It was upon that occasion, I first heard your mention of madness, and I wondered if for that certain time, you might entertain talk of what confidences you thought might be in the circular grove.
You often brought to your tight cabin, assortments of leaves, pebbles and berries. In which each by fair lantern light you would caress tenderly, saying each by its organic name and what blessing it might bring as cure or spell from evil. For each gathered collection of abundance from the forest or pond, you would meditate well upon it, before committing its designation to publish. For when you wrote of it, you disguised each magical quality it contained, as a naturalist does when face to face with that which cannot be explained.
Your forays to the grove grew with more frequency before September in one year, and I would suspect now, it was your last one before leaving. It was beyond my ability to cross over there, but it was on such an occasion, near sunrise as you left the wood that you appeared to see me standing there. “You are either an external shadow, or I am internally with flame“, you whispered aloud, as if interfering with some magic happening within your round of trees. There was little more as you went on to the cabin, and I was with you, silent for the rest of the day. That night as you left for your faithful journey to that round of mystery below “Bare Peak“, you suddenly turned outside your door and rubbed your right shoulder, as if it bore a special pain. “I think we should go no further”, was all you had to say, and with that I found myself drifting without right, silently toward the grove and away. – 09.15.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This is magical. Your wording is classic and beautiful!
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Hi Bev, thank you very much and welcome to my blog.
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Pleasure to be here, looking forward to your next entry.
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I wasn’t expecting this when I saw the title, but let me say, this piece is so deep and beautiful, that I will be reading and re-reading for some time just to take it all in. I hope you have more to this upcoming!!!
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Thank you Itsa, at the risk of sounding self serving (more curiosity based), what were you expecting. 😉 I might try more of this style for upcoming pieces, we will see. Thanks again for your comment.
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Oh I suppose a much more rhyming piece, but this one hummed. 😉
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Astounding prose, I for one believe you were there. 🙂
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LOL, thank you Cheri I was there. 😉
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Your welcome, thank you for taking your reader along on this journey. 😉
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Love this!
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Thank you Shannon, thrilled that you liked this piece. 🙂
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You had me at the first stanza. “You wrote increasingly of the earth as if she were a mix of your judge and mother, and you spared no lack of fond adjectives in describing her both in bearable and tempering terms.” Amazing tribute to an amazing man.
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Thank you Russ for your kind words. It sounds as if we admire the same person from history tremendously. I do appreciate your reading and comment.
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Very welcome Daniel
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This was deep, loved it, found it relaxing, and different. You have a talent.
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Hi Robin, thank you for your kind compliment. I am happy you found it relaxing especially. 🙂
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🙂 Your welcome.
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I loved this, the words hold magic, for a few minutes I was a time traveler with you. I love anything to do with Thoreau, and you have done this up well. Putting you on my reader and looking forward to your future post.
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Thank you Heidi, I do appreciate your kind compliment and I am happy that you are here. I too love anything to do with Thoreau.
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Daniel this will go down as my to this day favorite. It was simply amazing. ❤
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Thank you Gigi, I am happy it is a favorite for you, and I really appreciate your kind words. 🙂
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❤
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Thank you Raine, very kind of you.
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YW! ❤
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is was incredible writing Daniel, and as always I loved the music you put with it. ❤
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Hi Delilah, I happened upon the song by chance and loved the tune and the lyrics. Thank you for reading and I am happy you liked it. P.S. Is it as hot in the springs a it is here?
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I enjoyed this piece very much. You continue to amaze with your versatility in thought. ❤
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Hi Erin, Thank you as always for your kind complimentary words. I am happy you liked this. 🙂
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You are welcome.
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Incredibly deep and well written. Thank you
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Thank you very much. I appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Dear Daniel, Truly, truly an amazing piece of prose, favorite lines galore and the intro from Thoreau to die for. This is heady stuff my friend. ❤ Ruby
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Thank you Ruby, I too loved the quote from HDT. The man has so much in his writings, I never know where to start when taking them all in. As always thank you my friend for reading and your constant support of my writing.
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Dear Daniel, You are welcome. I consider Thoreau to be at the top of the list as well as Whitman, another favorite. Then there is yourself.. 😉 ❤ Ruby
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I would always rather read this type of prose. 😉 Brilliant… ☀️ ☀️ ☀️ ☀️ ☀️ ☀️ ☀️
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Thank you very much my friend, what a wonderful compliment, and I like the suns!!! 🙂
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More of them then 😉 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞
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This tribute is amazing from beginning to end. The way it ends is wonderful just as the way it begins. I also love the quote from Thoreau, from his climb of the Maine Mountains I believe. Wonderfully written. ❤
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Hi Abigail, yes you are correct the quote is from that hike in the Main Mountains. Thank you for reading and as always your comments.
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A favorite quote of mine from HT’s journey that fall, I thought you might like. “This was that Earth of which we have heard, made out of Chaos and Old Night. Here was no man’s garden, but the unhandseled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor wasteland…Man was not to be associated with it. It was Matter, vast, terrific…rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! ” Enjoy! 🙂
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A good write Daniel about one of the best thinkers produced across the pond of yesteryear. Best of the day to you.
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Thank you Steve, I agree with you I think of HDT as one for the ages when it comes to thought on just about every matter. To me he was the author of the “American Torah”. 😉
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That is a great term “American Torah” and I do think you are right. You should write more and use that term.
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Well written Daniel, with much intense thought going on. You tell a good story with your thought. 😉
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Thank you Darrin, I appreciate your comment. I always ty for a little bit of a story. 😉
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The story is what makes the prose in my opinion.
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“You are either an external shadow, or I am internally with flame“, a great line and this was done so well I could imagine “Henry David Thoreau” saying such. One of your best writings to date.
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That is some compliment Mr. B and I think I might take it. 😉 humbly of course. Sincerely I do thank you and appreciate your kind words.
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I myself like the Mr. B business. 😉 As to the compliment it was heartfelt and well deserved.
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A fine effort of work Daniel!
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Thank you Bill, always grateful and humbled that you read and like my work.
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Pleasure is all mine, my young friend.
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Wonderful writing.
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Thank you Laura, I appreciate that. Welcome to my blog. 🙂
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Thank you for your warm welcome. 🙂
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I am abashed to say, I have never read any Thoreau. Still, this work holds much meaningful inuendoe when in the circle of the grove.
Sounds like a fab place for a Whitby picnic!
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