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September 11, 2002
I can't believe it's been over a year since the fateful 9-11 attacks. In catching glimpses of the destruction while trying to avoid it by surfing through channels to catching sound bytes on various radio stations, it still seems as horrific and vivid as ever. I did stay glued to the PBS special "Stranded Yanks" which gave a beautiful, touching and heartfelt presentation of how our neighbors to the north, Canada, reached out to help thousands of stranded travellers on Sept. 11th.
I've been toying with various ideas of how to mourn (I'm not sure "celebrate" is the right word) this unbelievable occurance of events. I've avoided going to any ceremonies or events - I've been having issues with my empathy recently and the group-based emotions at these gatherings would send me into a downward-spiral. I did participate in the national "Moment of Silence" and caught the full performance of "Mozart's Requiem" online at someone's NPR station.
Last year, I participated in a candlelight vigil on the 13th and did my own ritual to help those who passed on in the destruction, cross over to the Summerlands. I may do something similar this weekend but for now, I've made a small but vocal point at The Leaky Cauldron. Friends have posted as well - Melissa, John, and even Josh-Elyn-Jay at 9-11justice.org. This is an event that won't ever disappear from the minds of Americans - like Pearl Harbor.