As a novice writer I am still searching for my voice, a writing style that is genuinely “me.”
I am walking on a path of self-discovery and searching for clarity. I am not and never have been a prolific reader. However, I am inspired by the Transcendalist writers, Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson. So, taking a trip to Concord, MA yesterday was like visiting hallowed grounds.
I walked through the house that Emerson lived. I touched the gowns that he wore while giving lectures and speeches. I visited the Orchard House, where Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women. I stood in the same room that Bronson Alcott, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Thoreau, Emerson would meet to discuss Philosophy and the Transcendental movement.
I visited Sleepy Hollow Cemetary and saw the gravesites of my favorites on Author’s Ridge – Thoreau, Emerson, Hawthorne, Alcott. They were all friends, neighbors, and house guests while they were alive. And in the cemetary, they were still neighbors. The families had been buried just a few yards away from eachother.
I walked through the woods surrounding Walden Pond. I saw the location where Thoreau lived in a tiny cabin and found the inspiration to write, Walden.
I am thankful for Cathy, my wife, for joining me on a day trip to “somewhere else.” She let me get lost in thought and wonder and inspiration. I touched the relics of amazing authors and philosophers. I walked the same paths they did. On the ride home, I said to Cathy, “I think I lived here in a previous life. I was not one of them. But, I was certainly a part of this community.”
Be Kind. Be Thankful. Be Significant.