On the eve of 9/11/19, I sit quietly on my couch in my home, but as always when this anniversary comes, my heart breaks. As I scroll through Facebook with all of the photos from that day being repeated because it’s the anniversary, I cry. I can’t help myself.
I cry for the losses that so many suffered. I cry for their families. I cry because the night before, this eve before 9/11/2001, no one knew how life would be changed so irrevocably for our nation.
The tragedy of 9/11 still haunts the hearts, minds and souls of so many of us. Even as the years have passed, eighteen to be exact, the anniversary of 9/11 holds a sadness that hasn’t been forgotten.
We have learned that life can change in a moment’s notice. All that we have known can be obliterated and we have to pick up the pieces as best we can when this happens. My prayers are with each of you who have been touched by 9/11.
We have heard the tragic stories from those who were there at Ground Zero. Many survivors have recounted their experiences. We have been told of the amazing courage that so many people showed. We have seen strangers bonded in the wake of this tragedy. In some form or another, we have all been touched by this event.
Please, tell your loved ones how you feel. Count your blessings. Be grateful for this peaceful moment. Send out your heartlight energy to fill the world with love and compassion. Tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. That is why we must hold tenderly The Presents of Presence.
Tonight, as I lay my head upon my pillow, I pray for us all.