i took this picture back in 1999. it’s a view from the backyard at the whitworth farm in warren, vermont. for awhile, this place was my home. see those golden stringy things hanging there on the barbed wire? that’s where the horses scratch their heads. i didn’t mind waking up here every day, that’s for sure.
my directionless self and i landed in the mad river valley of vermont after college. this is where i snowboarded every day in the winter, where i distilled some my of life’s purpose, where i fell in love and lost it for the first time, where i made many lifelong, true heart friends and had many formative adventures.
when hurricane irene passed through new england last week, the valley was hit hard. the towns of moretown, waitsfield, and warren found themselves underwater, rivers and streams knocking houses together… you know, things that happen only on tv, to other people, in faraway natural disasters that never hit quite that close to home.
i talked to a friend yesterday about the things she saw. she spoke of watching the river rise closer and closer, of how she understands now how people get swept away in floods. she said she knew to back up, back away, but that everything in her being was so entirely mesmerized by the rising water that she felt called into it.
i am glad she didn’t get swept away, that nobody to my knowledge lost their lives in the valley. i am glad that the community is strong and caring and coming together in extraordinary ways. (wow.) and while the silt of this experience settles in for them, and they work to restore their community, i will be sending all of my love. maybe you can send some, too? a little love never hurt anybody.