For some reason this post keeps gravitating to the top of the blog. I have been back from my writer's block for a good while now, though you would not know it from this! ;) So, I thought I would add abit here, as the date is close if not the year, and perhaps the codes that be will get all the others straightened out! Here's hoping!
Hello, blog world. I am back from my hiatus. It is an odd day to log back on -- September 10, the day before. Before. Nine years tomorrow. But we are still here, such as we are -- a little bent and wrinkled, worn down by internecine struggles, naivete exposed. People finding 15 minutes of fame with blusters over to burn or not to burn, to secede or not to secede. It is a different landscape we face, this new reality with tales of burkas and bail-outs, of tea bags and fatahs.
But we are still here, this good-at-heart America, trying to find our way. Seeing through a glass darkly, fighting over who holds the telescope and whether union labor made the lens, but we are still here -- waiting now for September 12 when we can breathe and say, "Whew."
No, we still do not really understand the why nor do we really believe in the adjusted world template. We lean on social networks and away from politicians; we lean on the Internet and away from the main stream media. We lean toward center -- toward each other, forever embedded with the internalized fact that whatever our divisions and whatever crisscrossed swords and spaces the normative world puts between us, we shared September 11, 2001 -- together as one, united. We Stood. We stand. America.
2 comments:
Amen and amen. On 9/11/2001, I was in NYS. My mother had died on 9/1 and I was alone in her home. I had called my hubby to wish him happy 60th birthday..then called him back to tell him to turn on the TV. for many reasons I will never forget September of 2001.
Thanks, D. :)+
Wow.And you were without either of them in that chaos and heartbreak. Wow. You made me cry. I am so glad you came out of it without getting hurt physically. Wow. And you couldn't fly home to him, either. Wow. For a good month after it happened, I would awaken with a start and realize all over again that it was real. It was as if reality and a bad dream had somehow gotten juxtaposed into the wrong time slots. Before then I felt invulnerable as an American and I didn't even realise it,and afterwards for so long I just felt terrible -- vulnerable to anything, everything. Pandora's box was open. And you were right there in the middle of the raw emotion of it all...and with your feelings already exposed on 9/1. Wow. God bless you for being the strong woman that you are. Bruce must have been worried to death about you. Nine years ago...Happy Birthday to Bruce! May all his 9/11's be filled with God and grace, and the close and loving presence of his rhubarb pie maker! :)+
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