Today is September 11. It has been 20 years since that fateful day.
20 years ago our Jack had just turned 7. His birthday was yesterday and now he is 27, off living his best adult life. I marvel, honestly. His memories of the 9/11 attacks involve the grown-ups all talking in tearful hushed tones while he diligently worked to put together his new Millennial Falcon lego set.
September 11 is always a somber day and today was no different. But there is the joyful resistance to the murderous intentions of the evil-doers of that day. Any time people come together in love or kindness or in solidarity in the pursuit of something beautiful or good, there is resistance to that evil.
Today, after a year and a half off, the Riley School Of Irish Music came together, vaccinated, masked and ever so weary of the state of things to learn a few tunes and to see how it might go. With the virus surging, this may not last. But it was worth a shot. It’s always worth a shot.
We must try to show up and carve out a new version of what normal might look like and this will take time.
There are so many news stories and posts and blogs and podcasts and etc. etc. about this year’s 20th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. So I won’t wax poetically here, except to say that as I wandered in a public area in a nearby suburb, I was gladdened by the multi-cultural nature of it all. People from all walks of life, in many skin tones, bearing the cultural signifiers of various modes of belief and ways of life. I thought about how one small band of people so filled with hatred could cause so much harm and what we might do, each of us, to avoid this sort of thing happening again.
In the end, I have to believe it’s just more and more love.
I hope that wherever today found you, that you could find a moment of peace, of beauty, and maybe a bit of friendship. And that perhaps, through these things, we might heal the world a bit.