This morning dawns windy and wet. My head is in a cloud even though the air is moving with sharply purposeful energy. I can’t keep up with the energy. It flings the wind chimes in the backyard into frantic music. It fells tree limbs. It litters leaves like garbage on the lawn. The wind’s energy is beyond my understanding.

The wind has a sound: a loud whooshing that pauses only occasionally before revving back up to a feverish blow. I understand that energy does not ever disappear—it only changes. What was this energy before it was wind? When the wind dies down, as it inevitably will do, what will it be then?

Today is the 13th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on our country. Such a somber day for our nation, as we remember what happened on that tragic day while simultaneously realize what can very easily happen again. Everything about our humanity is so fragile… so much an illusion.

ISIS is not Al-Qaeda. No, it could actually be worse, depending upon what we should believe. More menacing, better funded, and more passionate about its evil cause. It’s easy to dehumanize the enemy, especially when I’m as frightened of them as I am. It’s easy to forget that the members of ISIS are humans as I am a human. People who have mothers, enjoy favorite foods, are glad when the weather turns out to be pleasant. Or maybe this is not true at all. Maybe these people are machines, or animals, who live only to kill. It’s easier to hate them when I see them like this.

As an American, I’m on the receiving side of the hatred. I don’t know why I’m hated, when my enemy has never met me and doesn’t know my heart. I wish I did understand. In any case, I’m sending love out to the entire world. It’s all I can do. I can’t order air strikes, or “boots on the ground.” I can’t mediate problems. I can’t rule an entire nation or conglomerate of nations. I can’t change an entire history of an entire region, especially when I barely understand what went on before.

So I will pray. I will meditate. I will focus positive energy on a negative situation. I’m praying for peace for the entire world. I’m visualizing peace finding its way into the heart of every man, woman, and child on the planet. Peace like a river. Peace like a collective soul. Peace that is the energy of the wind that rushes steadily by, like the lives of all of us, regardless of historical events, or eras of time. What else can I do?

We living humans are all one, even one with our enemies, even though this is a difficult concept to grasp. Whatever we believe about religion or borders or history, we were all created by the same forces of science, the same hallowed hand of whatever/whoever we choose to believe in. We each will have only a short time, relative to the entire history and future of this great Universe, to walk around and find purpose and meaning and happiness.

I will do my part, during that short time, to be happy. And to visualize an energy more positive and peaceful than any breaking news CNN will report. For every bomb threatened, there are millions of mothers taking care of the tiny yet massive needs of their offspring. For every military strike, thousands of people give life-sustaining gifts to each other. For every death, a new flower springs from the earth. For every angry word, there’s a kind one.

The force of evil is not stronger than the power of love. The energy of hatred is just still only energy that can be turned around into something wonderful and positive. Each of us must believe this is true in order for it to be true. Each of us must summon the good that exists in the energy of the Universe. It’s there, waiting for us to realize. It’s there, not seeing differences, nor egos, nor national lines.

The news of the day is an iteration of yesterday’s news, and the day before that, and the day before that. If I let this news take me down, then I’ve already been defeated by the enemy. I refuse to be defeated by hatred.

 

“The world before me

is restored in beauty.

The world behind me

is restored in beauty.

The world below me

is restored in beauty.

The world above me

is restored in beauty.

All things around me

are restored in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.”

 

—Native American Prayer