Letting go…

“Time turns flames to embers
You’ll have new Septembers
Everyone of us has messed up too
Minds change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new”

— Taylor Swift, Innocent

Let’s face it, most of us have what may be described as an overwhelming amount of “stuff”. Admit it. We tend to hold onto things for so many reasons, mostly sentimental. Memorabilia, books, photographs, clothing that we’re saving for occasions that never happen, and more items that we think family members might appreciate having someday. Operative word noted…”think”. Of course, some of our most cherished possessions aren’t pricey objects but mementos like concert ticket stubs, plane tickets, and family photos which remind us of times in life that we want to remember. Such simple items can be so much more special than material wealth.

There is something about the changing season, especially September, the annual back-to-school season and a reminder of new beginnings and the need to streamline in our lives. The focus is on all that is truly necessary as life moves ahead. An new perspective on our possessions can take place and we tend to stand back, usually in frustration, and attempt to focus on just what is essential and what can be released. I’ve read about a trend called “No Spend September”, where focus is put on spending and reflecting on belongings that truly hold sentimental value while realizing what is truly necessary and just how much more we really do not need.

September is a time of harvest, of transition, and reflection. As summer ends and fall steps in, this shift encourages us to look forward and identify the deeper meaning of many things. We should take stock of our accomplishments and all that we have in life, especially things which highlight our personal growth and positive experiences.

As trees shed their leaves each fall, we are often reminded of the need to let go, to shed burdens, both physical and emotional, and eliminate items in our lives that no longer serve a purpose. A simple lesson in letting go which many go through after a personal loss as they agonizingly sift through the belongings of a loved one; a painful process but so necessary in order to make room for healing. Letting go isn’t failure, not at all. It’s strength and making room what what inspires us and September seems to help encourage the path for new beginnings.

The crisp air and golden September sunlight can make us feel alive as we venture outside into the colorful stage autumn paints for us each year. The pressures and distractions of summer quickly fade and it’s a cue for us to reset routines, finish the year strong, and become brand new.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post inspired by the word possession. Tell us about something you learned in September.

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And I remembered…

As I sat down to write this post, I was fuming, over an unkindness, one of those malicious events that are all too common where children are concerned.  What was it about?  Ignorance.  Blatant stupidity on the part of a parent which dictated the inexcusable behavior of several children towards someone I love dearly.

The rage inside of me was escalating.  I was so ready to blast each of the individuals involved but then stopped.

And I remembered…

Ten years ago today, ignorance, anger and the quest to destroy innocent lives played out in front of our eyes as surreal images stared back from our television screens.  The Twin Towers became a heartbreaking and painful realization for the civilized world who watched, cried, and tried to understand why.  We couldn’t fathom how could anyone be so cruel and have no respect for decent human life, we couldn’t understand the intense hatred against our country.

I won’t try to analyze the mentality of the common terrorist, to do so would be an attempt to make sense of, or even excuse, the psyche and subsequent actions of a murderer.  The anger churned inside my chest as I thought back.  Again, I stopped.

And I remembered…

Ten years ago, I sat with my middle daughter and held my two year old granddaughter as we watched a nightmare unfold; we knew from that point forward our lives would never again be the same.  I looked down at my squirmy, bubbly little grandchild and my heart was overcome with fear for the future she would face.   Her rightful freedoms would now be challenged at every turn, for the rest of her life.   I wept as she looked up at me. 

And I remembered…

Today, on the anniversary of this horrific event, my husband’s club held a yearly camping event for its members and children; something that is always planned around 9/11.  Families and friends gather to enjoy quality time together and thank God that we are able to do this, that we are alive and together.  Some of the kids who attended were toddlers or just entering school ten years ago, they were insulated from the pain that we witnessed.  Last evening, the children ran around club grounds, playing and having fun while the adults sat around the bonfire and recalled, once again, where they were on that fateful day ten years ago.

Early this morning, I prepared breakfast for everyone and a group of teens gathered in the clubhouse as Alan Jackson’s “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?” played on the radio.  I listened to the kids as they talked and one asked me where I was that day and what it felt like as I heard the news.  Another boy explained that his parents didn’t talk about it much, what he learned about 9/11 was through conversations in school, on the Internet and television.   So I sat down with them and shared my experience of that September day,  how I drove into work, more focused on the car radio than the trip itself, one hand on my cell phone talking to my husband about his only brother who was at Five World Trade Center. 

Immediately, the boys wanted to know if he made it out alive.  I told them that he did but we didn’t know that fact until hours later; my brother-in-law somehow managed to walk away from the collapsing towers, for more than 16 miles, to Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx, where he was found, sitting in a state of shock.   The boys around the table just shook their heads and almost all asked at once if I thought the United States would ever be attacked again. 

How do you properly address those fears?  How can you assure anyone that they will be safe from any type of disaster?  All I could say to these boys was that there are no simple answers other than to trust that our government will exhaust every means of security to keep us from harm and to preserve our freedoms.  The hatred and jealousies of outsiders cannot be stopped but we must never allow ourselves to succumb to the bullying tactics of such militant extremists.

This morning, I was angry over a petty childhood incident.  It doesn’t matter now and those involved aren’t worth losing sleep over.  This morning, a small group of young people made me realize things that truly are significant; they reminded me of the importance of this day.

And, with them, I remembered.

 

                           

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