It was a beautiful day in Providence, Rhode Island (RI). The Gravity Games had just finished. I had had supervision of one of the most active venues for several days; and, was out walking the city, reflecting on all the folks I'd met, tricks and spectacular stunts I'd seen, recuperating from lack of sleep; and, sucking in the warming sun and gentle breezes. Somewhere along that walk I began to pick up tidbits of news that something terrible had happened.

Who could have guessed what profound series of events would begin to unfold that beautiful, odious morning in September?

Because I know myself well enough, I made a choice not to watch any news broadcasts, although I read newspapers and listened to the radio. However, three days after that September morning, there was a celebration for all the folks that had worked with the Gravity Games at a restaurant that had television screens everywhere. The images were inescapable. Between saying goodbye to new friends and sharing some food and drink - there were the looped images and continuing broadcasts of that horrific story.

When, now, I say prayers on this day for that day, I pray for all those that were lost, for all those who continue to live with those losses, for all those who volunteered to help (one of whom worked with me on the Gravity Games and, when seen (again) a month later in Providence, was exhausted and permanently changed); and, I pray we can find a better way to live together, in peace, even when we disagree with each.

With love and gratitude ~

Jessan