I know it’s been awhile since I posted anything meaningful here, and I’m trying to decide what I want this blog to become. I find that I have less and less to say about atheism and religion, as atheism is no longer much of an issue that stirs debate in my life, and I can focus on other things.
Here’s one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver that has a lot of meaning for me lately:
Going to Walden
It isn’t very far as highways lie.
I might be back by night fall, having seen
The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
To miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish,
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.
This thought is not fully formed 