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.
I like to think that I go to the cottage for something similar to Thoreau’s venture into the woods. I go to live simply and intentionally and to learn from that. I go because I believe that there are things that I can only learn by being alone for extended periods of time. I go with the hope that when I die, I won’t have regrets that I had not lived to my fullest.
Here at home, all that remains of Thanksgiving is the turkey carcass, memories, and much to be grateful for. Family has departed, silence, solitude and simplicity remain. After holiday festivities it always takes me a while to unwind. I can’t just stop and be. Tidying up the house helps; so does a nap and a walk.