A few weeks ago, I sent my resignation email to my SpringHill family and then turned off all electronics to spend two days at The Hermitage in Three Rivers, Michigan.
I cried when I sent the email. And then I was silent and waited. And I walked and walked.
The following pictures are a small glimpse of the beauty that surrounded me as I listened. All words are those of Henry David Thoreau.
The heart is forever inexperienced.
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.
It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.