Nature Walk

As we hiked up the hill towards the woods, I was just relieved that we were taking a break from the classroom; I didn't really care about the fact that we were taking a nature walk; and as we scuttled down to the woods edge, I began to anticipate a little bit about just breaking away from the others and heading in my own direction. When Mrs. Turner finally gave the word, we were off, and most of us went our seperate ways. My particular experience in the woods was okay, but I may have liked it a little more if people didn't keep running by me and weren't just standing around talking to each other. It was hot, and I walked into a few spider-webs, and there were also thorns. I tried to really think about it and enjoy it from time to time, but I was too distracted. People were talking about getting poison oak and laughing, and I ventured off. I ducked under trees and got turned around a few times; then I noticed the leaves everyone seemed to be so afraid of, and when the light beamed on them, tapering through the tree silhouettes, and washed over them with a kind of radiance, the glow transmitting through them allowed me to see the textures on both sides of the leaves; and these few, boundless moments reminded me of the bottom of a forest floor in some kind of exotic jungle. The air was thick with moisture, but it was hot and seemed arid. It was hard to come up with imagery in my head while walking around because the constant movement and voices of engaging students kept breaking my train of thought.

Though this particular adventure did not turn out like I may have liked, I do like Thoreau and Emerson and the ideas of Transcendentalism; one reason being because I naturally love the outdoors; I love going out and looking at a waning sky as the colors melt from blue into hues of red, yellow, and orange, and watching/feeling the sun melt into these gold-rimmed memories... the feel of an idealistic world is so nice: "One might think the atmosphere was the perpetual presence of the sublime."(219); it is cordial to a cut and dry existence. All and all, their writing reminds me of my own perspective, so I see it as very beneficial. Aside from being appealing to the heart, their ideas of transcendentalism teach different clever philosophies that may actually compel you to move ahead in life. For example, in transcendentalism, it's better to be a nonconformist than to conform, and Emerson goes to explain how being a misunderstood individual is often better than being part of an understood collective: "Speak what you think now in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said today-- "Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood"-- Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood..."(225) Another example could be showing confidence, because it is often the brave and confident who find success in the end, and it is Thoreau who has the confidence to post how much money he spent on making his house: "The exact cost of my house, paying the usual price for such materials as I used, but not counting the work, all of which was done by myself, was as follows; and I give the details because very few are able to tell exactly what their houses cost and fewer still, if any, the separate cost of the various materials which composed them--"(236) Also, it's philosophies like these that allow a person to open their minds eye; and I also like how the differences in their writings actually are able to harmonize and help bring out the best in each other.

My experience today was not how I usually experience nature, but the actual experience was different from the way they wrote about it; for example, in 'from Nature' by Emerson, he describes how luxurious and extravagant nature can be, and goes into detail about how exhilarating it is to go and embrace this natural universe; but during my experience, I got stuck by pines, walked through spider-webs, and it was hot: "Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of a special good fortune, and enjoyed perfect exhilaration."(220) Thus, when it comes to being idealistic, what actually is there isn't always the same (even if it often is in my own world), and anyone should be able to acknowledge the difference. I see Emerson and Thoreau's ideas of Transcendentalism to be very beneficial, even if, at first glance, my experience begs to differ.