Twelve years ago, I had the honor of being a grief counselor for twenty women who lost their beloveds during 9/11. I don’t know anyone who didn’t viscerally feel “the cry that went up from the land” and with that, wish that he or she could have done something, anything, to help. And so, as I was called to be on the front lines for these women, I felt blessed.
A month ago, on the anniversary of the event, memorials flew all over the internet, touching, remembering and respecting those lost, those personally affected and the heroes. Among these, I was awed by the photos and stories of the trained dogs, now all senior citizens, who were transported from across the country with their people to search in the rubble. They searched for days. Looking into the eyes of these beings reminded me about a book of Tibetan photography that I discovered as a young woman. The countenance of quiet knowing, and a life lived in simplicity and truth, reverberated through every one of my cells. These four-legged sweethearts, bravehearts, clearly embody that which we all seek.
Thank you, heralds of light and love and loyalty! Thank you.