I received Tim Ingold's book
Being Alive: Essays on movement, knowledge and description in the mail the other day. I really haven't had a chance to start reading it yet, just a quick glimpse - it looks ever so promising ...
In regard of intellectual inspiration (xii):
Why do we acknowledge only our textual sources but not the ground we walk, the ever-changing skies, mountains, rivers, rocks and trees, the house we inhabit and the tools we use, not to mention the innumerable companions, both non-human animals and fellow humans, with which and with whom we share our lives? They are constantly inspiring us, challenging us, telling us things. If our aim is to read the world, as I believe it ought to be, then the purpose of written texts should be to enrich our reading so that we might be better advised by, and responsive to, what the world is telling us.