I originally wanted to write something brilliant about 9/11. That isn't happening for me today. I am thinking about our loss. I am thinking about the changes in our world. I am trying to think of a positive spin to share. I come up empty. There have to be lessons to be learned, right? I simply can't come up with an answer to such total evil. I know that there was that disconnect between mind and spirit. Other than that, I am clueless.
Okay, now that I have told you about what I don't want to write about, I will tell you about our neighbor, Carl. He looks like the grizzled old man with long gray hair, bushy beard, filthy clothes you would expect to see carrying a staff and shouting bible verses in the desert. Appearances are so deceiving.
Carl is a gentle soul who lives alone with his 5 remaining cats. There used to be 8 but, well you know. He grieves at the passing of each cat. He is sensitive and loving, yet he has no family or friends. He lives on peanut butter and bologna if left to his own devices. I guess you know that Jon and I don't allow that. I prepare a nice well balanced meal and either have him over for dinner, or put it in a tupperware container and hand it to him.
As usual, I am writing about love. I am writing about how easily we can judge based on appearance. How easily we can be repelled at the thought of having some filthy, mangy looking creature in our home. But, by thinking that way, we can be depriving ourselves of great love, compassion, and wisdom.
I wish I could apply any of that story to this terrible anniversary. My point? Well, do I ever really have a point? Yeh, I do. When you stare into the face of evil and can't come up with any way to spin that into a positive, look no further than your own back yard to find a positive in someone whose appearance may not be pleasing but whose soul can be so enriching. We love Carl. Roxy and Charlie adore him. He is a gift in very unusual packaging.
Peace and Love,