Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago, I was in Greek Literature in Translation and we were about to watch a film about the Trojan War. As the video was being adjusted, we moved through the channels and there were the planes. The rest of the day was spent peering at televisions, calling those I love, and being with my friends. It was the day I was so thankful for the community of Randolph-Macon Woman's College where everyone was there for each other as we tried to make sense of what had happened.

Continuities
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier
fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons
continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

Walt Whitman