We've just returned from walking in the woods of Wissahickon Park
One of my favorite places in Philadelphia
Because it feels as un-citylike as you can imagine
So far removed from the cars and the people and the buildings
A wooded wonderland.
We planned today's hike earlier this week
When I was feeling so stifled
by hard work, cold weather
Cramped and disappointed in my new sad life
That holds so little of what I expected it would.
Despite the cold, I knew I needed to be freed
To breath the crisp air and exert myself
And so we bundled up
And headed to the woods.
Just a little ways into the walk
I realized our lost babies had joined us!
I saw Lev in the flow of the river
Kai in the snow banks along its sides
Sam in the tall branches of the trees
and George in the early buds of the bushes
Tikva in the birds floating through the sky
and Hope in the gentle breeze.
And so many others...Silas, Hannah, Baby Boy Bereston and many more...
in the glint of the sun through the trees
...all of Ezra's spirit baby friends.
Ezra was everywhere...
In the squish of the mud beneath our boots
And the icicles coming off the rocks
In the blue green color of the creek
And the leaves still clinging to the trees
As our babies entered my awareness
And I took in the beauty around us
My heart filled with love
For all our babies
And for my community of babylost parents
Who has helped me see beauty
When it seemed like there was none.
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