{"id":844,"date":"2010-09-17T18:47:01","date_gmt":"2010-09-18T01:47:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=844"},"modified":"2010-09-17T18:47:01","modified_gmt":"2010-09-18T01:47:01","slug":"live-deliberately","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=844","title":{"rendered":"Live Deliberately"},"content":{"rendered":"

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. ~Henry David Thoreau<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I went to the woods today because I too wished to live deliberately…and because I wanted some photographs.<\/p>\n

Hermione Granger taught us that the best books are often found in the restricted section. Sometimes the best woods are as well.<\/p>\n

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Please don’t tell anyone about this. I’d hate for the crazy people who own this land to find out. But I climbed around the gate and walked down that path until I found a creek.<\/p>\n

And a couple of butterflies.<\/p>\n

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&<\/p>\n

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I feel better than I have in months. There’s a lot to be said for the restorative power of a walk in the woods. You just go out there and leave all of your troubles behind…perhaps, in part, because you are too busy swatting mosquitoes and watching for snakes to sweat the small stuff.<\/p>\n

I also have a candidate for the photo of me to go in my poetry book:<\/p>\n

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The book in my hand is Eudora Welty’s One Writer’s Beginnings<\/em>. The crazy people who own the land behind the restricted sign have some ties to my beginnings. This could work, I suppose.<\/p>\n

Thanks to Tammy and David for going with me. Thanks to David for taking the picture of me.<\/p>\n

My apologies to David as well. I promised him an uncle or a cousin one would try to shoot at him if he went around the gate with me, and it just didn’t work out that way. Better luck next time, Dave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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