“…the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Fifteen years and it still rips the heart when I remember that day. Its weight still heavy at the thought. The terror and this absolute feeling of helplessness – this overwhelming fear that several of us had never experienced before that day. And then I remember the following days – the unity of all of us across the nation and beyond – the strength and beauty is enough to make my hair stand on end still.
I can’t help but compare who I was that day with who I am now, as I’m sure some of you have reflected as well. We have changed so much – as anyone does over the course of time, and it is interesting to find the ways that we are still the same. We are still ourselves, only maybe stronger versions from our experiences we have gathered along the way.
Outside, the day is beautiful. It’s in the seventies with a slight breeze. The sun is lighting up the blue sky with patches of optimistic puffy clouds suspended above the green leaves of trees. I will take a walk. I will buy fresh flowers. I will clean the dust off of the window blinds and continue a drawing that I’d like to finish this week. I will enjoy time with Matthew and our two funny little cats. I will enjoy the gift that has been the journey of fifteen years – the difficult times and the great – and be thankful.
Love to all!