Our plans changed and I am home. In many ways, I'm glad I'm home for this somber 10 year anniversary of a day that will live in infamy. A day that changed our world forever. And, here we are, a decade later. If you gave birth on that day, your child is probably a fifth grader. You've aged an entire decade, which brings you statistically closer to your demise. Alot has happened to each of us in those ten years. The world is a different place. Maybe that is said with each major milestone in our collective history, I don't know.... I just got a chill as I heard 4 large resonant booms outside. Could be Camp Pendleton On Alert. The world is a scarier place these days. So much poverty and crime and homeless, starving children and families. Too much abused power, killing, maiming, and otherwise damaging ourselves and our universe. I haven't got an answer. But, there is one, small thing I can do. On a regular basis. That, when my energy is included with all of yours, and the rest of the praying, compassionate, and co-healing world, we can give beauty back instead of adding more hatred and darkness.
I was living in CT at the time, and remember the day very well. My son had just begun his 3rd form year at a prestigious prep school. I was a nervous wreck, as I had no way to get hold of him. We were all numb with shock and fear. Even today, when I see videos of the airplanes hitting the towers, and people jumping out of windows, and the buildings incredibly falling before my eyes, it chokes me up. We went on a family long weekend to NYC just before the winter holidays. Rockefeller Center was be-decked with flags. We left our prayers by the chain link fence wrapped around the giant holes of death and destruction. The mood was sad, but hopeful. People were sharing stories, and it seemed like the world was a nicer place, for a little while, anyways. We held benefits for the many charities that could help out the survivors. I was not one of the unlucky group to have known someone who was killed, however, the experience profoundly touched me, as it affected our entire planet.
So, on the anniversary of 9/11, on a day that changed all of us, please send out whatever loving, peaceful, light-filled, healing, compassionate, joyous energy you can muster into the universe. Shabbat shalom, and may this week be one of shedding old baggage and making a pure, open space for whatever it is you need at this moment in your life. It's the most perfect time to do this.
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