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.