Isabel Walcott Draves

Walden

Over the past few days I have been riding my bike to Walden Pond for a swim.  Even when it is crowded with families and triathletes, it still manages to be peaceful.  A few nights ago it was close to closing time and I was floating on my back as the moon rose and the stars came out.  Swimming is a miracle cure - just ask Esther.

It's September 11th

Lest it slip by unnoticed with everything else we have on our minds, let us observe a moment of virtual silence for those who died four years ago on this day, a day that dawned similarly clear and sparkling and ended in a haze of smoke and ash.

Let's take a minute to stare out the window or put your head down on your desk and, whether or not you believe in god, pray for peace on earth.

There's an amazing website, Storycorps, that has recorded the memories of people mourning their loved ones who died on that day.  You probably won't be able to listen to more than one (I couldn't go on after listening to Richard Pecorella), but it seems like a good thing anyway.