From final chapter of Thoreau’s Walden: “I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct.”
Poza Honda Ecuador – Yes; I am moving. Like Thoreau, I retreated to a pristine and serene location which served as an incubation chamber for inward and outward reflections. Hundreds of bird species seemed to conspire to provide daily opportunities to ‘Name that Bird’ and learn more about each one. Also like Thoreau, I chose to wean away after two years, most likely for similar reasons. Soon there will be time to expand on the details of this new move, but presently most of my time is spent — moving! It was time, however, to send a smoke signal! I will publish this then get on the road until my next trip/load on Sunday. See you then!
Your support continues to humble me, and I know that no matter what my choices are, you’re there in the cheering section and wishing the best for me. Enjoy the post!
A year ago the Variable Seedeaters were some of the most-predictable and easily seen birds along the road. My challenge was to get as close as possible without spooking them! Like feral cats, in time they grew tolerant of my interest. The latter images were titled, “Seedeaters eating tainted seeds.” — and then slowly they disappeared. Herbicides sprayed on the pasture killed not only small broad-leaved plants, but also young balsas. The seedeaters and doves foraged here; a year later, only a few are spotted in various places. Will they return only to feast on tainted seeds in the future? It’s time to find ways to stop unregulated use of pesticides.
I do not plan to abandon those beloved birds and my equally beloved and precious neighbors at Poza Honda. There is a carrot on the stick, and like Thoreau, there are “several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.”
Presently I am between the two locations one load at a time, and of course there are hundreds of stories. There has been very-little time to stop for internet, and when there is time, I need rest. Next week I hope to get a new visa stamped into my passport, and that story is worthy of a post!
Misty rains continue – just enough to delay loading the truck, which is 60 of my footsteps from the house on a normal day – and 70 when carrying a box or frame or board! A howler monkey meandered through the scene last week – as if to ask, “What’s this I hear about you leaving?” Ah yes, the monkey, the birds, the landscape and neighbors are all “the carrot” on the stick! When there’s more time, I’ll expand and share where and why and all of those questions that are more easy to share in future posts.
These quotes from that final chapter of Walden pair well with my own attitudes about life and our world:
“… I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
“…If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”
“…Some would find fault with the morning red if they ever got up early enough…
(This one is for you, Hugh:)”…While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally?”
…If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. “
“…However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. .. the setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich-man’s abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.
I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town’s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving… Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.” – (All quotes from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden)
I haven’t sold my clothes, but I will now be living where I can send small items via postal service – and paintings on canvas (rolled) through DHL. If you’re interested in owning an original, start here: 2019 PDF – Lisa Brunetti -Nature Studies Sampler