Hope around the edges“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children.” –President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001

Each year, on this date, I relive those awful moments in time.  Even though so many years have passed, I cry each time even though I am not one to cry easily.  I never watch news footage of that day, it is just too much for me.  I feel the same way about Hurricane Katrina.  This year, I broke with that and watched the interview President Bush gave to National Geographic about his thoughts and actions that day.  It was an interesting insight into the transformation of our leader with a single event.  Now, as then, I feel grateful for his leadership at a crucial time in our country’s history.  Seeing the footage is even worse all these years later.  Why would that be?  Maybe because the shock is now gone and I have had time to truly understand the losses suffered that day.  My heart breaks for those families forever changed on that day.

My Zentangle this morning seems to reflect my unease.  The jumble of Paradox with Mooka in blue ink captures my mood today.  Sadness over past events and worry as my brother flies home from S. Korea, today of all days.  There’s hope there too, just around the edges, ready to grow and hide the chaos over time.  But never forget, it is always there, deep in our hearts.