It is Veteran's Day, a day to honor the Americans who served in the armed forces.
"The War to End All Wars" ended on this day when the armistice was signed at 11 AM on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. I wonder how 11 was chosen. Perhaps if it had been 12 AM on the 12th hour of the 12th day of the 12th month we truly could have ended war.
For me, it is a time to think about death. Young Mitchell died three years ago this evening. He is a focal point for me, an arrow into the expansiveness that I think death is. He opens me into all that might be, all that is, right now, this moment. He opens me into grief and sorrow which tenderizes me, so I am the pink in the morning and evening sky.
Anne Frank wrote: I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
And so it is, a world drenched in beauty. The autumn leaves fall and the trees are bare in their stretch.