I read an article in The New York Times the other day about people who shared birthdays with the September 11 terrorist attacks in America. People were of mixed minds. Some celebrate their birthday on another day, some do not celebrate it at all and others feel it makes no difference.
I wake up on the day thinking about the people around the world who lost loved ones on that clear summers morning. I wake up thinking about where I was when I heard about the attacks. Nine years on it as clear as when it happened. You never forget the unspeakable.
My birthday celebrations since then have been quiet affairs. They have taken on a different meaning. I do little things for myself. Today I went into London, explored new areas, took lots of photos and hopped on the train at the end of the day a happier person. Yesterday, I picked out my favourite Australian native flowers and made an arrangement. During the week I have been popping in and out of bookstores to add to my growing collection of English Classics. I have taken extra long walks, watched a few movies that I have been on my list and made a point of attending a few new activities that I would have normally been to busy to attend. Nothing earth shattering...just some of the little things that make a difference. The sort of things that give you space and time to think.
As I write, minutes pass into a new day.
It is September 11 and I remember not only the 3000 people who are listed above but one other. A woman who I had great admiration for, who had the spirit of the heavens above, who leaves a husband, beautiful children and dear dear friends... she passed today.
September 11 will be a quiet day, a day of reflection...a day to remember.