Journeys of the Questress - WTC
Oct 11 - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
The Way it Was - 1
The Way it Was - 2
Sept 19 - When Tomorrow Never Comes
Sept 27 - Oral Interpretation
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 1
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 2
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3
Oct 11 - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Oct 28 - Each Day I Search the Rubble
Nov 12 - When Spires Fall
Nov 19 - 911 The Rape of America
Dec 14 - Just A Thought
Dec 18 - A Sense of Place
Feb 2 - Final Pass to the End Zone
March 3 - Sitting on the Edge
March 14- Do You Still Remember
March 20 - Virtual Walk-Through
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 1
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 2
April 1 - Towers of Light
May 14 - View From Above
May 30 - Tunnel At the End of the Light
May 31 - Seventeen Hundred
Aug 9 - From the Margins Erased
Aug 30 - The Train Doesn't Stop There Anymore
Sept 9 - Ceremonies of Light and Dark
Sept 10 - Just An Anniversary
Sept 12 - September Holds Great Promise
Literary Reflections
Rebirth and Resurrection
The Winter Garden Springs To Life
The Winter Garden Springs To Life - con't
Underpass to the Past
Rebuilding Ground Zero
Under Hallowed Ground
What Will Fill the Void?
I Submit a Design
Footprints in the Dust
My Memorial Design Submission
My Memorial Design - Drawings
New Path Train Station
Path Station Tour
May We Never Forget
That Which Surives
War Without End
4th Anniversary
Footprints in the Dust
I Miss 9/11
Time Comes Between Us
A Thousand Cranes
Fear Factor
Love Letters On The Wall
Empty Chairs
Sitting on the Edge of Forever
Walking the Perimeter of Emptiness
A Counting of Days
For Friends Absent But Not Forgotten
The Memory Keeper's Promise
Unbreak My Heart
Standing On The Edge Of Forever
Both Sides Now
A Memory In Time
The Gravity of Loss
The Survivors Rise Up
Flowers Will Bloom
The Fire Within Us
The Sentinel
Stronger Than The Storm
Between the Candle and the Stars
A Journey Through Remembrance
Canticle of Remembrance
Beyond the Crucible of Chaos
Journey Through Remembrance project
What See We Now
Forever In Our Hearts
Keeping the Flame Alive
The Rebuilding of Ground Zero continues
Does Anyone Care Anymore?
Where Is Our Story Teller of Pain
At Memory's Edge
Dust Thou Art and to Dust Thou Shalt Return
Heroes Never Die
The Flame Inside Our Hearts
The Year of the Heroes of 9/11
Déjà Vu
Remembering 9/11 in the year of COVID-19
Coronavirus Decimates Ailing Sept. 11 Responders
Touching From a Distance
That Which Survives 20 years later
2021 - 20 years later
Memories of Terror Return
Putin's Name Covered Over On Teardrop Memorial
The 9/11 Tribute Museum Closes
When Memories Fade Away
St. Nicholas at Ground Z is rebuilt
The Blue Wall of the Unidentified Victims
When Time Calls Your Name
When Art Gets It All Wrong


Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

A month has passed, 30 days of sorrow. Washed by the rain, washed by our tears, the ruins still smolder. Mayor Guiliani said, in today's month memorial service down at The Pile, that sometimes it felt like only a day had passed, sometime it felt like a year. 4800 souls are still missing. Tons of rubble still remain.

 The part of NYC that housed the Twin Towers, became on Sept 11, a section separated from the city as a whole. It became a world onto itself, a 'City of Sorrows'. We walked through these past days, our hearts hurting, our minds closed with grief and disbelief. We watched and waited each day to see if one more person, or one more body would be taken from the ash. Now the rescue mode has turned to cleanup. There are fewer images of Ground Zero played on TV. We try to return to normal lacy.

But is a month enough? We are a country of 'instant' results: instant news, instant resolutions to problems. Our President has warned us that this war against terrorism will take patience. Do we have it? Do we also have the patience to move through our grief, slowly and determinately, in order to heal? Or are we looking, once again for a quick fix? The bombs over Afghanistan will not give us that!

We seek out counselors to give us answers. With words in 5 minutes to sooth our soul. We listen to talk shows and read tabloids or buy pop psychology books in hopes of finding the 'miracle' cure to our grief. Less than 2 weeks after the tragedy, the city of NY rushed in to allow death certificates to be produced for the missing. Another hope to help cure the grieving souls; to provide 'closure'.

But closure and healing takes time. Counseling and talking and crying help. Prayer services and memorials help. Yet tomorrow will never be the same. You, me, NYC, the US lost something that dreadful day in Sept. We lost our innocence, our faith that tomorrow will be like the ones that came before. What we need to find, amidst the rubble of our disturbed lives, is the spark of hope. Hope that we can continue to care about one another. Hope that this nation will not destroy itself through pride and arrogance. Hope that our phrase "in God we trust" will indeed bring the grace of the Lord (however we see him/her) down upon us. For only then can we move forward beyond grief and tears, beyond the self absorption of endless memories of the past's horrors. Only then can we rebuild....replace the City of Sorrows with the City of Hope.

c 2001 Leona Seufert