This morning at 9:46 when the president held a moment of silence on the White House lawn, I realized that once again it was Tuesday. I looked outside and the weather was exactly like it was that Tuesday morning 11 years ago. During that moment of silence, as the chimes played, I was eerily taken back to that beautiful Tuesday morning in my classroom and felt the horror and unanswered “whys” for all of those lost.
When the commercials resumed, and I was jolted back to 2012, I felt that even after 11 years there’s still no way to answer the “whys”. I opened my meditation book, and how ironically, this was what I found:
“We find by losing. We hold back by letting go. We become something new by ceasing to be something old. This seems to be close to the heart of that mystery. I know no more now than I ever did about the far side of death as the last letting-go of all, but now I know that I do not need to know, and that I do not need to be afraid of not knowing. God knows. That is all that matters.” ~ Frederick Beuchner
And so, as another day goes by, I don’t know what I don’t know – and that is okay, and….I have written.
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