
It is hard to believe that so much time has passed since 9/11.
I can still remember so strongly all the emotions that were running through my heart. I can still remember watching the towers fall. I can still remember the hours of not taking a full deep breath, until my father (who worked on the floor of the Stock Exchange) finally walked in through our front door covered in dust and ash.
It was, and is, a reminder of how transient this mortal life can be.
It was, and is, a reminder of how none of us ever know which day is our last.
Blessings
Mama Kelly
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of red wing blackbirds.Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.Breathe in confusion
and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.Make soup.
Play music,
memorize the words for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.Wage peace.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.wage peace – judyth hill – september 12, 2001































