I happily walked paths alone, my heart singing a joyful song.
It was like coming to Mecca for me.
The place that is the heart of transcendentalism, Concord, Massachusetts – and this, the legendary place Thoreau went, in his words, to “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.”
Lost, found, on a path, on the path, on my path, none of it mattered. I was here, now, in Walden Woods. I heard the train whistle. Felt like home.
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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield.
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