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.
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