Honoring Grief or Glorifying Hurt?
I've seen these lights each year for the last nine, but this year I stopped and took a picture for the first time. Ten years has passed. Life did indeed go on even for those who felt it couldn't possibly. Yet everyone still feels differently about this date and its forever embedded events- sorrow, hopefulness, resilience, stubborn incomprehension, and still anger. Though less raw, it still breathes fire into the efforts at civic discourse and rebuilding, like the neighborhood mosque. I went by there the other day and peeked inside. People were praying. Seemed a shame that a police officer had to guard the place, ironically, from "extremists." I look forward to the time when we can all truly share something- beyond pure, unfiltered emotion- about the tragic events of 9-11. What have we learned from our trauma and loss of innocence? Listening to a special episode of On Being with Krista Tippet, from St.Paul's Chapel helped me make some sense of the different journeys being made toward healing over the long term. Echoing through the cavernous streets of Lower Manhattan now are the names of the people who lost their lives that day...interrupted by the noxious roaring Harleys of some leather-clad motorcycle club from some other state. Here to share or here to keep rage alive?