A Day of Peace

It’s not a holiday that get’s much play.

Not a lot of money to be made hawking Peace Day cards, I suppose.

So I rarely hear of it and often forget about it.

But someone on Fb will mention it and I will get the message just when I really need it most.

September 21st is the anniversary of my mom’s death and can be really hard.

I think she would appreciate that it’s the International Day of Peace.

She would want us to remember her and celebrate peace.

Two years is a long time. But 54 is longer. I don’t want to let her death overshadow the fact of her life.

She is at peace.

Hopefully the rest of us can be, too.

Peace be with you.

This morning’s sunrise.

Peace be with us.

Let there be peace on Earth,

and let it begin with me.



I remember

I remember

I remember

I remember

I remember, like most of us do, where I was when I heard about it. On the radio in our truck on the way home from dropping off my husband at work. I went home and turned on the TV and watched the world as we knew it come crashing down.

I remember

I remember Carol Duvall coming on HGTV and saying that in light of what had happened, they weren’t going to keep frittering on about crafting and whatnot. Out of respect, they stopped broadcasting for a couple days.

I remember

I remember bravery. I remember heroes.

I remember sorrow.

I remember sorrow.


Most of all, I remember how tenderly we treated each other. For a brief window of time we set aside our petty squabbles with each other and came together to grieve and try to heal each other. There was an incredible outpouring of love and support toward each other. Even if you weren’t one of the many who volunteered, people just had more manners toward each other. In our daily lives in the aftermath of the attacks we were not so quick to respond negatively to every little transgression on the street. For a little while we were able to see the bigger picture.

Loss on such a grand scale (and on lesser scale as well) has the effect of putting things in their proper perspective. It’s a devastating, jarring realignment back to center.

And then, slowly, the tap, tap, tapping of the daily living starts to chip away at the focus. We look up and find that we are angry and hurting and somehow, somewhere, sometime, we loose our tender hold on each other. We let it slip away.

I hope that we can grab hold of each other and try to regain some of that love and support.

I remember the victims.

I remember loved-ones.

I remember the heroes.

Don’t lets let the terrorists and hatemongers win.

Let’s remember the love.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.” ~ Saint Francis of Assisi