What a day...I drove into Brooklyn 7 AM this morning from Connecticut, and took the train to the WTC site for the fourth year in a row today...It was as emotional as ever...I felt pride...sorrow...hatred...and respect. For me its comforting to be there...I stood on the same block for almost 8 hours, barely talking to anyone, just reflecting, and it was just one of those days...It's really hard to put into words...I feel like I had a well needed spiritual awakening. There were ton's of candles lineing the grounds fence...I found one that was un-lit and decided to light it...After I lit the candle I just stared into the flame and prayed...As soon as I said "amen" the candle started to smoke, and released a white smoke for 3-4 seconds...Theres the obvious why a candle would start smoking, but to me it meant more...It was a renewal inside of me...
I do have to say that I was very upset with the protestors...For the most part, the overwhelming majority of protestors were "9/11 was an inside job nuts, and anti war/anti bush". There were also a couple pro war activist...I dont think any of that was proper, or respectful, especially today...I was listening into a pro war vs anti war debate, and someone saw me shaking my head and getting very angry because of a disagreement and tried to hand me the bullhorn, and I told them get that thing away from me...It just wasnt the place...
Anyways, im gonna go and sit back and just think....just thought I would share...
ps- When I woke up this morning I debated on if I should bring a camera...I decided not too...I think what I see at the WTC the past couple years doesnt need a camera...It's images are engraved into my mind, and its something I can never forget
