One hundred and seventy years ago today. . .July 4, 1845, the wild and secular naturalist Henry Thoreau hired a moving truck to haul a massive pile of stuff into his mansion by Walden Pond in Concord, Mass.
A one-room cabin with a bed, a few chairs and a desk.
From there, the Concord saunterer planted and explored and penciled an inspiring part of the American story.
And, as this article says, he was a good model for De-Cluttering our lives.
When I de-cluttered a pile of quotes into my little “meditations” book. I wrote:
“Thoreau’s intimacy with the world at his feet touched his hands, his head, his whole being and sunk in. This is best illustrated by his delight in digging into the earth, literally and figuratively, turning over rich soil for reflection and introspection. . . . because he knew he was made of that earth. . . .”
Henry still presents us with one good model of a Secular Chaplain. . .all the earth was a “sacred” place–heaven enough–for the simple life of the bearded bard by the pond.
Other than our annual reading of Frederick Douglass’ speech, “What To the Slave is the Fourth of July?,” (I highly recommend hearing James Earl Jones read it) my wife and I will be thinking of Henry today, as we honored him at his grave in Concord a few years ago.