The Husband and I were both at or near the World Trade Center on 9/11. He was there as an NYPD officer and a first responder. I was there because I worked two blocks away. I am convinced that many of my bronchial issues are from breathing in the burning air for the 100 days the fire burned. But this post is not about 9/11 per se, but more about remembrances.
Yesterday The Husband and I were talking about my bronchitis/asthma/whateverthehellthisis. He was
nagging asking me to see a pulmonologist. (I finally made an appt.) As we were talking we remembered the time shortly after 9/11 when he came to visit me in uniform in the building I had been relocated to. There was a new receptionist. The Husband came to the 36th floor and asked for me. The receptionist called me and when there was no answer she left her desk and started to look for me. With panic in her eyes, she told everyone she saw “THE POLICE ARE HERE FOR CAROL!”. I think she thought I was about to get locked up.
The pansy got its name from the French word pensée “thought”. I’ve always liked pansies and their beautiful faces. In the language of flowers pansy is a symbol for “loving thoughts”, remembrance” and “free thought”.
One day while perusing the internet, I found a video of an artist Karlyn Holman using an “Elegant Writer” Calligraphy Marker for watercolors. I thought it was interesting and wanted to give it a try. I did the above two small paintings using the Elegant Writer marker and then watercolors. I think I need to practice, but the technique was fun.