As I was commenting on a post regarding 9/11, I was spurred to post the thoughts on my own blog:
Painting by Sharon Abbott Furze
We will always remember those we have lost.
We’ll not forget the many heroic deeds on that day.
Just as deeply, I hope that we let go of anger and thoughts of retaliation. I hope we mourn the acts of terrorism everywhere in the world and remember that these acts are perpetrated by individuals, not by entire peoples.
I hope that when remembering this and other acts of terrorism perpetrated on our home soil, that we also remember those who have been affected by such acts in other countries…that are also perpetrated on home soil.
I hope that remembrance draws us ever closer to all people of the world as we mourn the loss of all victims of violence everywhere.
Bumper stickers seen on the car in front of me:
My first response was to laugh. My second was to smirk a little at the incongruity. And then I began to contemplate.
I remembered my “aha” moment when listening to Getting Unstuck by Pema Chodron. I realized that my rage and furor about inequality, molestation, injustice…were just that…Rage and Furor. Suddenly I recognized that I was feeding violence in the world with my thoughts and my actions. And I am really not in favor of violence.
What then is my path?
To soften my heart instead of allowing my hackles to raise. To take a deep breath and decide whether there is anything I can accomplish on the subject. To live in such a way as to not unwittingly perpetrate those things which I am against.
I must have made progress; because I am back to laughter over the concept of being confrontational about peace. Been there, done that.
There is only one-way in which one can endure man’s inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one’s own life, to exemplify man’s humanity to man. Alan Paton
Sadness becomes an aggregate. It is a composite of loss, of violence, of misunderstanding and inhumanity.
Global communication allows us carry the collective weight of every incomprehensible event. It opens the window to the melting pot of tragedy in our world. As if the written and spoken word is not enough to evoke images of terror, pain and death; television and the internet spash photos and videos across the screens of our lives.
Perhaps sadness is the answer. It is a blanket that covers us. It places us into the solitude of sorrow. In this grey fog our mind can sift and sort. Our spirit can acknowledge. Our heart can break and begin its healing.
I cannot deny my sadness. I choose not to distract from it. I live with it in the hope that peace will well up from its depths. Peace for myself, for those I love, and for the world.