September 11th is always a weird day for me. My mind wanders back and vividly remembers every detail of that tragic day in 1999 (a family tragedy, not the 9/11 attack). My public blog isn’t a place where I care to express emotions or feelings…but I would just like to remember…
Then, several years later, a national tragedy (2001). This day will always, always hold a place in my heart – good and bad, happy and sad…strong yet weak. Even with death and tragedy, the earth still moves, life still hustles…and you must go with it.
Rainer Maria Rilke writes the words my mind can’t seem to put together:
On Hearing Of A DeathWe lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us a false impression.The world’s stage is still filled with roles which we play.
While we worry that our performances may not please,
death also performs, although to no applause.But as you left us, there broke upon this stage
a glimpse of reality, shown through the slight
opening through which you dissapeared: green,
evergreen, bathed in sunlight, actual woods.
We keep on playing, still anxious, our difficult roles
declaiming, accompanied by matching gestures
as required. But your presence so suddenly
removed from our midst and from our play, at times
overcomes us like a sense of that other
reality: yours, that we are so overwhelmed
and play our actual lives instead of the performance,
forgetting altogehter the applause.