Riverbanks… where magic happens


“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods


Will you let time cease…forget the eternal click click of Father time’s hands..

Will you watch the sun set tonight with balmy dreams again? The dreams you had when small… before bills- alarms- emails- pagers- to do lists… before. distraction.

Drink deep from The Well… if only for an evening. Sleep hot and sweaty in the summer heat…  simple it is this life. Rise-Rinse-Repeat….

I exhalt you today to fill a few soul holes.. to embrace the sunshine kissing your skin.


About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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1 Response to Riverbanks… where magic happens


    Reading Thoreau in the Fall. Ask your hubby about going to Walden Pond. LOVE this post.

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