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Happy Tower Day
Sep. 11th, 2011 11:12 amI've never been the philosophical one... not a deep thinker. And especially not now, when my brain is still mushy from all the poisons masquerading as medicines that I've taken in. But it seems important to write down where my head is and keep trying to make some sense of carnage on that sunny day in September 10 years ago. It occurred to me this morning that if I had remembered one person who was killed that day each day since, I would be just about done by now. Boggle.
I could easily just go on with my life today. I have 4 things to do - brunch, matinee, strike, party. And that feels like the best thing to do. Almost defiant.
I could also sit watching TV, remembering, honoring the lives lost, comparing the different perspectives on various channels. But that doesn't seem right anymore. I stopped watching TV over a year ago and won't start up again today.
I am celebrating, thanks to the marvelous work of playwright Christopher Lockheardt, and thinking "Happy Tower Day!" As I do every year, I write to thank him, the actors, director and cake baker who brought his incredible play "Seasons Greetings" to life during a one-acts festival at Theatre@First. It showed how we can be joyous and wacky on this day, glorying in being alive, having survived, having a special day to remember the dead and the joy they brought us, and move on. Those few minutes on the stage got me past the crushing grief and confusion, and carry me through this day every year.
But I know that's odd, even radical. And most people won't understand. I tried to explain it two times this week, and did not get a good reaction. So I will keep it to myself and nod sagely as others remember. Especially since we are still at war over it. And I have a friend in Afghanistan as of last week.
So I will go on with my life and hope for peace in our world and for each of you this sunny September day.
I could easily just go on with my life today. I have 4 things to do - brunch, matinee, strike, party. And that feels like the best thing to do. Almost defiant.
I could also sit watching TV, remembering, honoring the lives lost, comparing the different perspectives on various channels. But that doesn't seem right anymore. I stopped watching TV over a year ago and won't start up again today.
I am celebrating, thanks to the marvelous work of playwright Christopher Lockheardt, and thinking "Happy Tower Day!" As I do every year, I write to thank him, the actors, director and cake baker who brought his incredible play "Seasons Greetings" to life during a one-acts festival at Theatre@First. It showed how we can be joyous and wacky on this day, glorying in being alive, having survived, having a special day to remember the dead and the joy they brought us, and move on. Those few minutes on the stage got me past the crushing grief and confusion, and carry me through this day every year.
But I know that's odd, even radical. And most people won't understand. I tried to explain it two times this week, and did not get a good reaction. So I will keep it to myself and nod sagely as others remember. Especially since we are still at war over it. And I have a friend in Afghanistan as of last week.
So I will go on with my life and hope for peace in our world and for each of you this sunny September day.
