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"My own spark of divine fire"
As I walked to lunch today, I realized how quiet everything is. In the middle of a college campus, at noon, it's generally bustling and loud. However today is different. People are still smiling and talking, but in quieter voices. Nearly everyone is wearing red, white, and blue today. The 'Hope and Rememberance Tree' once again bears many strips of cloth. I'll go out later today and add mine to those already hanging there. I have nothing that's new to say, and I know that there are those who feel this day so much more than I do. I know that there are people who are more eloquent and more original that I am. But I still feel like I need to mark the day somehow.
Danny's blog lists the names of those lost that day. And Uncle Bob has a list of things to do today. And many others have had beautiful things to say about the memory of what happened.
The quiet today is both unsettling in some ways, and extremely appropriate. People seem to be reflecting more. I think it really struck me this morning when I woke up that at this time last year, while I was safely sleeping in my bed, people were dying. Now in and of itself, this realization should not be so striking. People die of old age, cancer, war, and many other causes while the rest of the world eats, sleeps, and works around them with little notice of their passing. But somehow this day was different. While I was asleep, planes fell from the sky, buildings crashed, and so many people died.
This tragedy affected us all in one way or another. For me, I began praying again consistently. But today I realized that lately I hadn't been praying for the families affected by this tragedy. Somehow, all the media coverage and the inescapability of it all seemed to have almost numbed me toward it. This morning was another wake up call. I will remember to pray again.