To the Pond ... and Back

On the morning of Friday, October 23, I left my driveway and began the journey to Walden Pond.  I arrived at Walden at 9 AM on the morning of Saturday, October 24 -- in a state of tranquil disbelief.

I have been home now since the evening of Wednesday, October 28, and that feeling is only just now beginning to dissipate.  I am still processing, still understanding, and still smiling.

Believe me when I say from the bottom of my heart that I could not have done it without you.

At the time I set out on my pilgrimage, it was my intention to blog each and every day.  I quickly realized, however, that I did not have the brain power or time to spare -- that writing, and editing pictures, would take up finite and valuable resources.  In short, it became clear that if I blogged every day, I would have nothing to blog about, because I wouldn't be able to do much else.

So I took notes.  Lots and lots and lots of notes.  I scribbled things down, and took tons of pictures, and recorded verbal snippets into my iPhone.  I tried to upload some of what I was experiencing onto my Instagram account, using the #WaldenPilgrimage hashtag (and sharing it on my Facebook page).  But I knew that the writing -- the real sharing of the experience -- would have to wait until I got home.

I'm home now, with my notes, pictures, scribbles, (and the flu, but that's okay), and I'm putting together the blog posts I would have loved to have shared with you while I was away.  I will be backdating the posting dates so that it will be just like it would have been in "real time."

And again -- thank you, from the bottom of my heart.