Much like The Shop Tart, I didn't feel quite right about blogging today. The world is full of beautiful things that add depth and memory to our lives, but today, September 11, is not a day of particularly beautiful memories. This afternoon I stepped out of the grocery store and for some reason expected the sky to be the weighty, grey color that it was that day back in 2001. When I went into the building the world was awash in sunlight, but for some reason upon exiting, my memory and senses were jolted back in time. Something that I notice about other's remembrances is that every single one of us seems to remember the weather that morning. The clouds didn't seem to want to leave us, as if they were reaching down in attempt to embrace us in our shock.
I did not have the love affair then that I now have with New York, where I feel so at home when I am away from home. A newlywed, I did not yet know my relationship with my country, except that I loved it. As a nation, we grieved for New York and our fellow citizens in a way most of us had never experienced. We still grieve and feel the roughness of the emotional scars.
I hope that each of you has had a chance to take a moment to pause and reflect today. I hope that each of you was able to hug someone you love today. Let's reconvene tomorrow to talk about some beautiful things.