Friday, September 9, 2011

Please Be With Us All

I was going to write a new post for this September 11th but when I went back and re-read last year's, it still felt so true to me that I decided to re-post it instead.

If you don't already, try to fly our flag this weekend, this Sunday. It doesn't matter how large or small the flag is - the sentiment is the same. 

God/Spirit/Universe, please be with us all.


A Series of Small, Quiet Moments


I am forever grateful that the members of my family who were there on September 11, 2001 made it out okay. Every year, I send them a short email letting them know I'm thinking of them. And I am. But I'm also thinking of the moment I realized my family was there. The moment my insides hollowed out. The moment where my sense of safety and control, where my assumption that everyone and everything would always be okay, was destroyed in a series of small, quiet moments - as I sat at my desk and read the email I initially thought was a joke, as I picked up the phone to call my parents and only got a busy signal, as I finally got through and learned members of my family were among the smoke and the flames and the ruin and we were all waiting, waiting, waiting to hear something...

And for us, it was good news. For so many, many others, it wasn't. This weekend, my thoughts and prayers are with all those who were there and with all those who were touched by September 11, 2001. 

And, really, isn't that all of us?



  1. I'm sure most of us are apprehensive about the weekend to come. The vigilance is there, but the fear remains as well.

    Tossing It Out

  2. Lee, good point about the vigilance and the fear.

  3. "The moment my insides hollowed out." I remember that feeling, and I didn't even know anybody in New York. The attack affected us all.

    I wrote a post today and scheduled it for Sunday. It was tough to put into words how I felt 10 years ago -- not because I've forgotten, but because I've never gotten over it.

  4. One of my mentors told me, "Only Love is real." I try to remember that, especially during times like this.

    Holding Love in the center of my being keeps me from fear and hate, both of which will only make things worse.

    May we be blessed with Love, Light and Peace.

  5. Milo, it was so hard to write my post last year. It was one of the few times where I felt like the words weren't powerful enough to describe how I felt.

    And that "hollowed out" feeling? I feel it every year.

  6. Linda, thank you for sharing those words. I'm going to try to keep "Love in the center of my being" also.