In the middle of a busy internship, rushing across the south of the country it is easy to miss the moments of reflection. Indeed, having set myself a number of things that I needed to get done this weekend before heading back to work, I almost lost sight of the date and blogged about the inanities of knitting with no further thought of the wider world.
Like everyone else I can remember exactly where and when I heard of the attacks ten years ago today, and the repercussions those events have had in the years following.
If I could wish for one thing though, for one thought to permeate the world this day, it would be for compassion. Towards those who lost loved ones, to those who gave their lives attempting rescue, to those suffering the after effects of grief, stress and ill-health and to those who continue to risk their lives in the name of freedom.
I would also wish for compassion towards those living in such fear that they strike out at others, towards those who speak before they think sowing the seeds of hatred, to those who feel such hatred. How can they find happiness in this life or whatever comes after, with such hurt and anger in their hearts.
Whilst necessary to provide a level of stability and safety, physical intervention, in all its forms, can never provide the lasting answer to the questions posed so starkly ten years ago today. Only by learning to listen, forgive and hold each other in our hearts can we hope to heal such wounds.
Like everyone else I can remember exactly where and when I heard of the attacks ten years ago today, and the repercussions those events have had in the years following.
If I could wish for one thing though, for one thought to permeate the world this day, it would be for compassion. Towards those who lost loved ones, to those who gave their lives attempting rescue, to those suffering the after effects of grief, stress and ill-health and to those who continue to risk their lives in the name of freedom.
I would also wish for compassion towards those living in such fear that they strike out at others, towards those who speak before they think sowing the seeds of hatred, to those who feel such hatred. How can they find happiness in this life or whatever comes after, with such hurt and anger in their hearts.
Whilst necessary to provide a level of stability and safety, physical intervention, in all its forms, can never provide the lasting answer to the questions posed so starkly ten years ago today. Only by learning to listen, forgive and hold each other in our hearts can we hope to heal such wounds.
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