Some say Thoreau lost some of his deeply spiritual interest in Nature later in life when he started to focus more on the scientific approach (see his book Wild Fruits or here). I used to wonder how this could have possibly happened. He was, after all, only forty-four when he died; forty-four. For me, forty-four is right around the corner and it strikes me as ironic that I too had lost that spark, or pieces of it, around the same age, over the past year (hence my lack of entries). And it made me sad I had lost it. I didn't know the root cause then and still don't to this day. It surely wasn't to study the science of Nature. Work, family, state of the world? Who knows? Don't get me wrong, I had my 'good' days when a beautiful sunset would stop me in my tracks or a thunder storm would trigger the awe I once had as a child but for the most part, I became disconnected with Nature.
But now I feel all is not lost.
I recently went on a snowshoe trek and a little of Nature's healing powers had once again made its way into my soul. Not in the big blanket, head-to-toe kind of way. But in a small but still significant way. And it made me happy. It made me happy to realize that I could get it back and all is not lost.
It's good to be back - even a little bit.