I think about September 11th just about every day.
I always seem to look at the clock when it’s 9:11. I notice when it’s the expiration date for milk and other perishable foods.
Although I’ve lived in Wisconsin for the past two years, I lived in NY for the first 38 years of my life.
And although I remember the day vividly, that’s not what this post is about. This is about taking a moment to honor the souls that were lost that day, and honoring their families as well.
This is about asking and thanking the Universe for a more peaceful world.
And remember, you are not alone…