Tell Them We're Ok

I wrote about my trip to New York and how amazing it was. There was one experience I didn't share. Perhaps out of fear of "what would people think", but I was recently at a workshop where I felt safe and shared this story. Now with their love and encouragement I am ready to share it with all of you, because I realize this was a beautiful gift.

My trip to New York was filled with so many wonderful experiences. I think I did everything humanly possible for a first timer to this amazing city. I went to great theater shows. Ate at some wonderful restaurants (pizza is amazing in NY). Visited Central Park, twice and checked out a great bar, Don't Tell Mama, where the bartenders sang like angels. I also visited a place of tragedy, know by many as Ground Zero.

I am not really sure why I wanted to go to such a place of tragedy, but it was like a calling that I had to do this. We boarded the subway (which I found to be a wonderful way to travel in this town) and traveled across the city. As we approached the block getting closer, there was this very strange sensation that came over me - My friend even asked if I was ok because I'd just gotten quiet. I could feel the heaviness in the air. When we crossed the street and went down the subway entrance staircase, the feeling became even more intense. As I walked across to the fence that now surrounds the area, I felt all of these energies - I heard voices - one in particular, a women, who repeated "tell them we're ok, tell them we're ok " . All I could do was close my eyes and stand there allowing all of this energy to fill me and exchange with my own. It was as if there were many there who wanted to communicate with others, but most people who come through this area are on there way to or from someplace and not open to hearing the silent words within. I stood there for a while and just let the energies flow. My friend pointed out the pictures made into a memorial wall that were drawn by the children who lost family members that very sad day,d again this women's voice - "tell them we're ok".

We stood and read some of the messages from the children and then decided to leave this area and went to the church located across the street that is now a shrine to all who lost their lives on 9/11 and all of the workers that gave so much to restore this area. As I read stories, messages from loved ones, looked at photo's I gave thanks for all that came together during this time of need. Then once again I heard the voice. I decided to sit in the pew, closed my eyes and said a prayer. I prayed for any one who needs closure, to find it, be it in human form or spirit form, and that all people could learn to live in love and appreciate each moment you have with loved ones and strangers too. Because you never know what could happen on any given day.

I'll never know who the voices belonged to, but then I realize they belong to us all. For it is my firm belief that we are all interconnected and share the life force that gives us the ability to live fully each day. My hope for you is to make the best choices you can for yourself, and for you to always feel loved. So that everyone who knows you will know that You Are Ok.