The Tender Spot

"It was odd, (Tessa thought),

what brought out tenderness in people."

Cassandra Clare

CLOCKWORK ANGEL

The numbers 9/11 will always touch my tender spot.  The numerals ignite a plethora of emotions all at the same time:  fear, horror, loss, compassion, healing, inadequacy, silence, and rage to name just a few. I imagine anyone who can identify with 9/11 experiences much the same.

My heart opens to those who were directly sacrificed and to those who were left behind.  Admiration and respect soars for those who gallantly moved forward in spite of their own fear and danger.  Testimonies of witnesses will always hand in my heart.

Governments, corporations, organizations, volunteers and charities were accompanied by every day people reaching out to help in spite of not understanding.  I don't know of the day of understanding will ever arrive.  

I do know my heart was so filled by the loving kindness of others, there was little room left for hate.  Whatever negatives remained, dissipated as my focus mainlined the need for prayer and light.  I participated in around-the-clock sending of energy by healers.  Healers of all kinds, of all modalities, and techniques.  A constant vigil was held in the midst of small gatherings as well as those linked only by time and space.  Our yearnings for peace were never ending.

This day will always be a somber one for me.  My heart  calls to me for solitude, reflection, and loving kindness to all.  This tender spot will always remind me of the enormous capacity of  humans to reach out to those in dire need ... even to those we don't understand.