The dance of it all can catch you off guard and knock you down as it has me the last few days. A cold. A sudden swarm of obligations. The demands of The Work. A whole day lost to being stranded in the airport, though grateful for the time to read, to think. A thing or two at school that steal a bit of the wind from your sails for a day or two.
Walden, while a pond and the site of H. D.'s cabin, is a state of mind, a place we need to keep to ourselves and escape to, even if just for a spell after dinner or for a day. You go there without leaving here, because you can't go, but must. So I went into the garden and mucked for an hour, sauntered to the cafe for another, enjoyed an evening out with my wife, cooked hot dogs for the girls' party on Sunday.
All this so I can return tonight, whole, healed, healthy and ready with all my heart to return to The Work, to The Life we have chosen and been allowed to live.