I spent today doing stuff like cutting down a lot of brush. Like Fortune, I made pizza. I also made bread. I felt the tears just below the surface. Just now I went back and read my blog entries about a year ago and the days following Sept 11, 2001. There was this which did a good job describing what many of us felt that day. Where are we now?
There was a period after September 11 when many commented about how kind people were being to each other. I can’t say that this is on-going. Perhaps for some. I work in a mall, and there’s a lot of anger and entitledness and rudeness going on.
I began my current job in the week after September 11. I got a cheery congratulatory email about my work anniversary. All the emotion came back to me then of that September – knowing the job was ahead of me. Knowing that I was ready to take on a new challenge, that I was ready to let go of parts of my life. I took a few days to think over the future and while I was gone, the world changed. I postponed some of the changes. but eventually they came to be as well. I’m still in the job against all odds.
I’m still left wondering about how people can bring on such destruction in the world. I’ve often thought that we all shar so much, no matter our culture or religion: sun overhead, air on our face, the faces of children, the love of others, our love for them. What can bring a person who has the assortment of small pleasures of every day life to cause such great destruction and grief in the world?
More importantly, what can I do to help people see those small every day treasures, to remember all the little things that make up life?
