The tenth anniversary of September 11, 2001 has come and is behind us. Now our task is plain: Onward —
Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.
Psalm 30:5b
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To everything, a season.
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And the only constant is change —–
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I can only agree. Onward!
Managed to avoid most of it yesterday, even almost avoided the subject in my blog. I get so exhausted … emotionally. But wouldn’t you know … turned on the TV to watch some news in the evening, and came right in to where they played Taps so I went into another room and cried and cried… I will not dwell any more.
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The time comes to turn to other things —
But memory does remain as well.
This is the second time today I find myself saying this:
The Roman god Janus is more important than his minor status would indicate —
The god of beginnings and endings, with his double face, presiding over the New Year — for me symbolizes the need all of us have to look back remembering, mourning, if need be, to weep — but also to look forward to the future, to possibilities, to burgeoning joy —
Both! Not one or the other —
Speaking of past and future — I think of your soon-to-happen trip to Sweden! May you experience all the joys, all the emotions, all the fulfillment that visiting past and envisioning future can bring —
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Look back, remembering with the future in mind. Look forward, keeping the past in memory. Look around and do what you can to make things better now.
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Beautiful way you put it, making it easy to keep in memory (BIG virtue for me) and practical as well —
And so true! Prose poetry, P.
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So *beautifully* stated. I may have to print and post this – everywhere.
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That would be just fine, Stef.
I think both of us believe in the message — and try to live it —
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Thanks, Stef. And J! I’m practicing my Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of writing as I get older.
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😀
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…if I may just add this: I love the picture. As a child, I would have seen the windows as eyes, haunting me and scaring. The haunting prevails but now combines with the delight in this picture’s beauty and clarity.
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Early early morning in Tucson, Arizona —
Desert light!
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