Watching the various video of the planes crashing into the WTC gave me actual physical pain for the people involved and for us, the helpless onlookers as this event unfolds. After thinking with guilt of my smiles and conversation I realized I should not feel that way at all, but revel in life, in the small blessings of talking with a friend, seeing a loved one come in the door after a day at work, watching my cat chase a crumpled leaf in the yard and purr with pleasure. Today I will get out my quilting project and try to lose myself in my work, to create something beautiful during this time of sadness. We must work to try and prevent this from happening again, band together in the face of evil, and hope for better days. Yes, and smile and laugh a bit too.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods - they have never forgotten this. I can work on the other one later. The chicory plants are a riot of periwinkle blue now at the roadside, plants three and four feet high that come up in the gravelly road shoulders in salt infested soil and bloom like crazy for every Fourth of July. A lone maple tree in the middle of a farmer's field has a perfect shape with no help from suburban power trimmers. The graceful flowing lines of willows drooping over a stream are not sheared off straight at the bottom.