sending floods of love.

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.



4 thoughts on “sending floods of love.

  1. From Vermont… thank you. Your photos are beautiful. The devastation is staggering, to say the least. And yes, our little communities are pulling together and doing the best we can with what we have (I live in Cabot, which was spared this time. We came through two flash floods this past spring, but nobody was killed or lost their homes.) Your love is felt and appreciated.

    • hi cecile, you are really sweet to say such nice things. gosh, i can’t imagine what it’s like to see what’s going on first-hand, right in your backyard. i’ve seen a lot of photos of what’s going on and it’s very hard to imagine. take care of yourself! i know it is difficult even if you weren’t directly impacted in this one. cabot is a good good place. thank you for saying hello. xo

  2. It’s really shocking – I think I’m still in shock. We were ok in Plainfield but it was our first day at the house and flood warning sirens kept going off – so insane.

    My hometown is not as lucky – many houses lost and when I head down next weekend it’ll be more of a shock, I’m sure. My brother spent last week hosing down houses in chlorine and his arms are covered in chemical burns. He’s amazing. And much more useful than I am.

    When did you live in Warren! I haven’t been but a friend lived at Yestermorrow and loves it around there so much.

    • oh, i love plainfield! your poor brave brother. sorry about your hometown 😦 i was in warren from 99-02. and yestermorrow is the greatest! lots of smart/ neat people there. sadly, i’m betting they were badly flooded, too.

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