This is the third time I have posted something on the anniversary of September 11, 2001. On this occasion, the ninth anniversary of the event, I feel a little numb. It’s not that I don’t care anymore; I do. It’s just that after all these years, things don’t seem to have changed for the better.
I still remember the flags popping out all over, within a day or two of the attacks. And, while I’m not a nationalist, the feeling of unity, supported by many other countries, was hard to ignore.
There were many emotions: deep hurt; anger; fear…but amongst them, a ray of hope.
The first year I posted about the events of September 11, 2001, I wrote of a very special event which took place on the first anniversary of the day that changed things. This, the Rolling Requiem, remains one of my cherished memories. There is talk of reviving this event next year, on the 10th anniversary. If that does take place, I will participate. After that, I would love the world to (although we’ll never forget) to move on; put the energy into something new. My first and best post on 9/11 is here.
I’m curious about what I’ll be posting in this spot next year, on this date.
Peace; Namaste; Salaam; Shalom