Monday, October 21, 2013

looking down the lane


when we were at the pumpkin patch yesterday, we walked past a part of the farm where there were no activities. i looked down the lane and just had this feeling that i needed to stop in that moment. to take this picture. right in that spot.

last night, i thought about including the picture in my post. but there was this little voice that told me that i would need the picture later in the week for another post, but i didn't know quite what it would be. but i knew that it would become obvious.

today i got an update on baby burton who i wrote about last week. during this time of transition, his parents asked for people to choose one of many ways to honor burton. light a candle and send them peaceful energy. hug someone a little longer and think or say "this is for burton". squeeze your kids extra tight and be present with them. i hope that you will do one of these things. i know that 99.9% of you don't know this family or this little baby boy, but i don't think that you need to.

i think that you know the world is made better by showing a little love and good energy, even to those that you don't know. all you really need to know is that there is a little family facing the unimaginable.

i also want to include a poem that they shared today.

when i read it, i knew that the poem and my picture were meant to share this space.

for this post.

for burton.
In Blackwater Woods
By Mary Oliver
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.


  1. mary oliver. i heart her. that photo reminds me of May Valley Road, which I am guessing is beautiful right now. If you are looking for a good drive. hugs to you.

  2. My heart is breaking for Burton and his family. Sending lots of love their way and into the universe. Much love to you as well sweet Alli.