In this little town of Marblehead, every other home has an American flag flying. It's not something we see in Los Angeles. This is indeed a patriotic little town.
Yesterday, September 11th, while walking the dog an older gentlemen walked past with a cup of Starbucks coffee in each hand. I commented, "Ah, coffee, thats looks good right about now."
He replied with a serious face, "They are giving it out free this morning." He shook his head in disbelief and gratitude, "I can hardly believe it."
It made me think about the number of people in this community and on this coast that have been personally affected by what happened on 9/11. Friends and family members that were lost. Then my mind went to those who went to Iraq to fight, die, or be forever scarred by the indescribable brutality of war. My mind went to Afghanistan, Somalia, the Congo, Haiti, Sudan, the young women in Ethiopia, the list doesn't end. And to the individuals in this world that suffer in silence; whose plight doesn't make the nightly news.
I ran my hands through the small wet stones at the shore a few days ago. Greta and I searching for sparkling sea glass. With 9/11 on my mind, I saw every stone as an individual. A shining life lost in the name of war and often sadly, in the name of God.
Rather than painting lifeless stones, I decided to paint a field of beautiful flowers, representing the lives lost. Beautiful, precious lives. Countless.
Despite the darkness that pervades the world right now, I do have hope for these flowers. Hope that is not credulous. I believe that these flowers will see life again on this earth and that the meek shall inherit it.
If my painting seems a little too happy, this is why. I have hope.
My heart breaks for those that are suffering worldwide, and for the families and friends personally affected by those lost on 9/11. I wonder if the gentlemen with the coffee had lost someone that day. I think about him...
( Due credit goes to Greta for painting the sky.)
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