This time of year, around the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the United States, the collective consciousness begins to get a little jumpy. Odd things seem to happen with people’s schedules, everyday errands make people a little grumpy…nothing goes quite as expected because our stress pulls us out of alignment with our goals and ideals.
Now is a wonderful time to recall the bonding that happened between community members during that time. The grace everyone had for each other during their shock and even throughout their grieving period was a beautiful, open hearted selflessness during a time when the political scene was wrenching us apart from one another. I remember, quite clearly, how my sense of safety was rattled to the core – but I also remember how quickly I was reminded of what is truly important in my life. I’ve carried that renewed sense of priority with me through the years (most of them difficult) that have followed.
We may not fully understand the miracles that have become feasible as a result of that crisis but I feel that it marked the beginning of a big shift for the world community, a shift so monumental it cracked the foundation of old, the foundation of “I’ve got mine, you get yours” and started planting the seeds of love and compassion in the global mind. Seeds are small, they take time to germinate, take root and grow. But they’re also tough and because their progress is slow and steady they can become vibrant, resilient and prolific in even the harshest of environments.
This week puts more than a decade of initial growth of that seed of love, compassion, forgiveness and care behind us. As I look forward I imagine the seed has turned into a sprout and that sprout will turn into a bright, living, breathing source of sustenance as we embrace the miracle made possible by its planting. We need do nothing more than breathe the new life of Pure Love into our lungs and let it become a part of us so that we may be kind and gentle to ourselves, each other and the world.
Interesting side note: Julia Sand, the author of the quote at the top of this post was a disabled woman who began writing to Vice President Arthur after President Garfield had been shot by Charles Guiteau. She had noticed Arthur floundering under negative influence prior to the shooting and encouraged him to make more selfless choices in light of the nation’s tragedy. He had never met her before yet took solace in her written wisdom. He saved every letter. He met her for the first time, months after becoming president when he surprised her with a visit in a home she shared with her brother.