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Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living, and finding it where you are. Mary Oliver
Mary Jane Oliver (September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019) was an American poet who won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. She found inspiration for her work in nature and had a lifelong habit of solitary walks in the wild.
1 Ιαν 1972 · Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living, and finding it where you are. A beautiful collection. This is some of her earliest work, and it includes a great many layered and distinct pieces. It's a more expansive collection in that it doesn't have a single, definite theme.
24 Νοε 2017 · I’ve shared this Mary Oliver poem before on A Teaching Life, but, since the name of this new blog originates from the message of this particular poem, I’ll share it again. I’ll be thinking of it, especially those last two lines, on Tuesday, when I arrive to live at the farm and begin a new life.
24 Ιαν 2010 · The River Styx, Ohio - January 24, 2010. We drove through October, Grandmother pointing at cows, Mother, bifocaled, squinting at maps for a crossroad. We came instead to the River Styx, Ohio... ...We hope for magic; mystery endures. We look for freedom, but the measure's set. There was a graveyard, but we saw no people.
23 Ιαν 2010 · ...Going to Walden is not so easy a thing. As a greet visit. It is the slow and difficult. Trick of living, and finding it where you are. I'm all about green visits. I lead Nature Spirituality trips to our local prairie walk of La Chua trail to see Whooping Cranes and every spring I head to Central America to work with endangered parrots.
30 Ιαν 2019 · Of Walden Pond, she wrote, “Going to Walden Pond is not an easy thing…It is the slow and difficult trick of living and finding it where you are.” She was amazed by nature and the endless intersections between the human and the natural world: From “Morning at Great Pond”: It starts like this: Forks of night Slicking up Out of the east…
