Afterward...

At every anniversary of nine-eleven New York City resonates with the memory of so many who passed. Its a beat of a collective heart. A soft, yet persistent empathetic pulse that says there is life, and pain here.

Ever since September 11th, 2001 the out-breath of our city has been a sigh. The sharp in-breaths acknowledge the continuing ache of emptiness and loss. What follows all loss, however, is an expectation of renewal, and the youth of hope, for life will go on.

Life abounds today in the faces and the actions of people as they move above and below the cobbled cracks of our streets and sidewalks and it dwells in the quarried homes and window stacks of human life and families.

For many people, even years after this tragedy, life is lived with whimpered smiles and the annealed skin of hard hurts. But below all of the pain, all of the loss, all of the tears, all of the memories, there is a definite rhythm to our city, you can feel it. It sings, and its heart says, “I am.”

Nature

Sunsets tell us many things besides ending our day with

the golden light of a day’s appreciation or the evening’s

anticipation. Even if we don’t think about it on a conscious

level, our spirit, our essence anticipates a time of rest.

It is also a time of connection to the dreams of

wonder and pieces of information sent encrypted in 

images to the theater of the mind. Messages of love and

counsel from loved ones, our guides or the Source

are displayed on the screen of thought only to be

unremembered in the morning light ─unremembered, 

but not unfelt.

Flowers are evidence of spiritual life. Their innate passion

for finding and following the light sets an example for us

conscious and aware beings. Even the poorest and dullest

looking flowers exude joy as they blossom into a brief but

beautiful existence.

Would that man could find similar joy in his brief existence.

What change this world would then see!