Something Wonderful

As we relax and restore ourselves, here is a lovely lush and woodsy prose passage
by Walt Whitman from one of his journals to inspire and delight us:

“I write this memorandum in a wild scene of woods and hills, where we have come to visit a waterfall. I never saw finer or more copious hemlocks, many of them large, some old and hoary. Such a sentiment to them, secretive, shaggy — what I call weather-beaten and let-alone — a rich underlay of ferns, yew sprouts and mosses, beginning to be spotted with the early morning wildflowers. Enveloping all, the monotone and liquid gurgle from the hoarse, impetuous, copious fall — the greenish-tawny, darkly transparent waters, plunging with velocity down the rocks. With patches of milk-white foam — a stream of hurrying amber, 30 feet wide, risen far back in the hills and woods, now rushing with volume — every hundred rods a fall, and sometimes three or four in the distance. A primitive forest, druidic, solitary and savage — not ten visitors a year — broken rocks everywhere — shade overhead, thick underfoot with leaves — a just palpable wild and delicate aroma.”

May we all share Walt’s all-seeing eye and all-feeling heart! Write on.

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I am a writer and this is a motivational blog designed to help both writers and aspiring writers to push to the next level. Key themes are peak performance, passion, overcoming writing roadblocks, juicing up your creativity, and the joys of writing.
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