When Jude Hill posted this piece on September 11, it touched my heart. And though I don't (yet?) know the story it tells from Jude's perspective, for me it spoke of the towers, their fall, and the rising of souls on a ribbon of fire.
My brother Art, a lieutenant in the FDNY, fought the fire and lived. My husband's Uncle Chuck went to work in the World Trade Center that day and never came home.
Jude kindly reserved September Window for me in her shop and it arrived in Texas yesterday.
"Are you going to frame it?" Don asked.
"I can't," I said, "it's a touchstone so I want to keep it close by. Besides, even the back tells a story."
So here it will stay, for now anyway ... on my chair, where I sit in the sun, looking out on our front yard ...
my works in progress piled on the ottoman in front of me ...
morning coffee close at hand ...
So fortunate, in so many ways.
Thank you Jude ...
[Note: This post was made with permission from Jude Hill]
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ReplyDeleteoh you have it Liz couldn't have gone to a better home!
ReplyDeleteI am learning from it ... truly an inspiration
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