This morning I didn't get up with the sunrise.  I got back to the marina around 8 PM last night.  The moon was beautiful as it rose up in the sky, glowing against the fading pink light and the green marsh.  Heading towards the city,  there were many boats filled with shrimp baiters, trying to fill their coolers on the second day of the season.  I don't know whether we will go this year.  If C. is up to it, we will get out and see what we can catch in the cast net.

I didn't feel sad or vengeful or entrenched yesterday in thoughts of 9/11.  I am sure that if a loved one of mine had died or I had managed to live through the ordeal myself,  I would feel differently.  I know that my thoughts yesterday were about being grateful to be alive and appreciating all the beauty that surrounded me.  I respect the feelings of those who want to cling to the past, no matter how painful it is.  I revisit the past on occasion and find that it is not a place where I want to dwell.

I know that I feel solidly at peace today.  Words that I read yesterday helped me to stay in balance.  I am not a part of the "never forget" ideology.  But I also feel sadness and compassion for those who still grieve.  We are all grieving some loss.  And like a tongue that goes to a sore tooth,  we revisit those losses from time to time.  I like this quote from L. P. Hartley, "The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there".

Tonight,  I'll go to my home group meeting.  Soon, my sponsor will be leaving for the other coast.  I am coming to terms with that eventual parting.  We have shared some profound things.  And I see that continuing even with the move.  It is not a loss, just a shift.

I think that we all shift in this life.  And eventually we re-settle.  Upheaval takes a lot of energy.  The steady state eventually returns. I would rather have these quiet days that are open ended.  Today my life feels steady.  That may change in an instant, but in this moment I will revel in the steady and mundane things.