It's a beautiful day. An achingly beautiful day. One in which the clouds are plump as cotton puffs swirling adrift a pristine palette of sky.
A day in many ways similiar to the one which haunts our nation almost a decade later. The day of September 11, 2001.
Today is Sunday. Reflections and prayer coupled with sober assessments punctuate the airwaves and fall gently upon the church pews.
Almost a decade later, we still do not fully understand or comprehend the why.
Even with the confirmed demise of America's enemy no. 1. Even with billions of dollars and thousands of lives lost on foreign soil. Even with endless analysis and investigation. How does one explain the unexplainable?
Perhaps, it's not about understanding or even fully comprehending. Perhaps, the lesson lies in acceptance and choice.
Choosing to live fully even within the midst of uncertainty.
Choosing to love again despite attacks incensed by hate.
Choosing to heal despite the hobble that stilts our gait.
Choosing to breath fully and deeply the clear air of resolve that speaks clarity into faith and provides strength to take us to the place of who we are becoming.