11 September 2009

eight years ago, on september 11th, i received a phone call from my brother, mark. he was at a convention in London, frantic because he did not have access to a television. "are we being attacked? i heard they hit the pentagon! what the hell is going on?"

he asked me to call a stranger, the mother of a business associate. she lived near DC, and i called to relay her son's message: "please call me, i can't get through to you". i understood that panicky feeling because i had been unable to reach my son, paolo, who had just arrived in Rome for the school year.

this woman had the calmest voice i'd heard all morning, and during our exchange, she talked about her yoga classes. she recommended a "yoga convention" in february, and i nearly screamed: "february, will we even make it to february?!"

i now practice yoga.

3 comments:

kaye said...

a calm place, every one needs one. I’m remembering 9/11 today here’s my link Have a nice Friday!

virginia said...

it is a calm place...

Sophie Munns said...

Great post Virginia!
enjoy your break...
S


"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.