Each year, a group places a flag for every death at the park from the September 11th terrorist attack. They call it the Healing Field. I go and take pictures. I cry over names of people I never knew. I grieve for the soldiers and the fireman and the officers and the children and all the people from all the different countries. I was saddened to listen to someone this week say that someone made it up and the videos were a fake. It was real. The witnesses are many. The after math evidence is there to see.
I pondered this year on creating my own Healing Field. From my own past, I remember the 3 murders and 7 suicides. I did in a way with my art create several pieces of art that memorialize my past. I don’t keep it to keep myself bound to my past, I keep it to remind myself that it was real. It was as bad as I remember. Most importantly how far I have come. I have my private collection of art that I share with no one. I also have my personal blog http://weareone-ruth.blogspot.com/ that I share my journey and my book that I wrote about one of the milestones in my progress. I don’t display most of my memorials but I keep them as evidence that evil exists in the world and with some people negotiation is not an option.
12 hours that changed the United States view of terrorism.
Irony, the Healing Field is in the flight take off pattern for the Phoenix Airport
Each bear is for a child killed. These children would be the same age as my students at the high school. They never got to go to Prom or college or live.