September 11th, 2001: Particularly if you lived on the East Coast near New York City or Washington, DC, you remember that day. It was a clear day: perfectly clear, impossibly clear, painfully clear. Not a cloud in the sky. You remember where you were when you heard. You didn’t know what was happening, but you understood immediately that the news wasn’t good, and it kept getting worse. You remember who you called and left messages for, who called you, what you did, what you saw, what you wondered, how you felt, and how tears sprang to your eyes as you drove home that night.
We were all touched by the events of 9-11, and ten years after that day, we continue to absorb the impact. Even on a partly sunny day like today, puttering in my yard far from Manhattan or DC, I am aware of the “credible threats” that hang nearby like the Sword of Damocles. Before, we had pure freedom. Now, we have freedom with enemies. Now we live in a world where even the most ordinary actions for some people can, on any given day, feel risky. This is why, I think, I took so much solace in pulling weeds today. It was safe. It was uneventful. And it gave me time to think about peace.
If you haven’t read THE 9/11 COMMISSION REPORT yet, it is still worth your time. It’s still compelling and informative and, sadly, still relevant.