Anyone with a calendar and a TV knows that today is the tenth anniversary of 9/11. I live in the northeast. The papers and local news have been full of stories; the pilot of one of the planes who lived in a neighboring town, the children of a man on a business trip who boarded that plane ten years ago”¦
This blog day is supposed to be fun and upbeat. I wasn’t sure whether or not to write about the anniversary. I don’t want to be a rain cloud at the picnic, after all. But the truth of the matter is the rain cloud is there if I mention it or not.
So I’d like to dedicate this blog to all the brave men and women who went into the burning towers. I’d like to take a moment to remember all the people who lost their lives that day and all the loved ones they left behind.
I read a great line in a poem by Wistlawa Szymborska recently. Szymborska is a Polish poet who has witnessed a good deal of tragedy. She writes, “You’ll see how we give birth among the ruins.” And isn’t that what we, all of us, try to do? We give birth among the ruins. Like a phoenix, we rise from the ash.