Like poetry. Beautiful and brilliant and extremely applicable. ( )

Like poetry. Beautiful and brilliant and extremely applicable. ( )

> Thierry Paquot (Esprit) : https://esprit.presse.fr/article/thierry-paquot/thierry-gillyboeuf-henry-david-t...

> « Ecopsychologie est le plus souvent utilisé pour cette synthèse
émergente de la psychologie (qui embrasse les domaines
psychothérapeutique et psychiatrique) et l’écologie.
Plusieurs autres termes ont été suggérés : psychoécologie,
écothérapie, thérapie globale, thérapie verte, thérapie centrée
sur la Planète, reearthing (replanétisation), psychothérapie
naturelle, conseil chamanique et même sylvathérapie. »
—Théodore Roszak

Okay, this is cheating on my part, but it is good some version of the Journal is out there (so go get it, dear ones). What I have, and have had since purchase in the early 1970's, is the Dover two volume complete journals of Thoreau, every little observed gnat or weed, every small exclamation of awe or beauty, every depressed rumination over friendship. It was in his journals that our Henry worked out what would become his essays and his books; where he polishes phrases and notes the bloom time of every plant in Concord. If you can locate this complete version, and if you are in love with HD (chastely)...seize it. The set cost me 50 dollars back in the day, and was worth every hard earned penny. ( )

This is a book to read and reread, relishing the thoughts of Henry David Thoreau on life, nature and humanity. He was a complex but simple man, well-read but for all his reading his imagination was on fire with thoughts that were his own and seeds for the ages. He was a journalist in the original sense of the word as one who creates a journal, and his was based on the facts of his life as he lived mainly in Concord and briefly at Walden Pond.
"How simple is the natural connection of events. We complain greatly of the want of flow and sequence in books, but if the journalist only move himself from Boston to New York, and speak as before, there is link enough. Is not my life riveted together? Has it not sequence? Do not my breathings follow each other naturally?"(Journal, March 20, 1842)
Just as time was "but the stream I go a-fishing in", and his head "is an organ for burrowing," his bean-field produced beans that "have results which are not harvested by me.". We are still reaping these results and, while there are few huts set out beside ponds, there are many people who think about the meaning of a life that is lived with the benefits of Thoreau's seeds of simplicity and thoughtfulness.

"This rain which is now watering my beans and keeping me in the house waters me too. I needed it as much. And what if most are not hoed! Those who send the rain, whom I chiefly respect, will pardon me." (Journal, July 6, 1845) ( )