Dear Friends, I want to share my thoughts about the day when our world changed forever on September 11, 2001.
I did not know any of the victims. But the shock it brought remained within for a long time. Grief never ends just becomes less harsh with time, I suppose, and with that I will have to comfort myself.
After it was all over, the sun would have risen the next day. Invisible tears of nature’s grief would have been wrung out of the beauty of many-hued flowers, shiny ripeness of fruits, the glistening leaves of trees trembling in shock and disbelief.
Even the tiniest living being on this planet would have grieved as they had never done before.
Alak and I had made the trip to the former World Trade Center site, called “Ground Zero” at the time, on the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attack. At the sight of the crater like hollow in the ground where the Twin Towers had once stood, such desolation swept over me that I was incapable of taking pictures and merely stood with bowed head in silent prayer for the departed souls.
September 11, 2022 marks the 21st. anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. There is now a memorial at the site of the former World Trade Center complex occupying approximately half of the 16-acre site. The memorial’s twin reflecting pools are each nearly an acre in size and feature the largest human made waterfalls in North America.
Lives lost forever. Dreams crushed before they could even appear. The unborn to remain unknown.
Dusk approaches clothed in midnight blue while stars appear, one by one, in the beyond where a pristine moon waits in the wings. Time for me to wrap up.
I leave this picture of a stunning sunset in Barbados taken in September 2019, as a meditative prayer.
Stay safe and well.
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