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Peace Will Happen

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This morning Linda, the dogs and I went for a walk in the woods.  We talked about the day, how we had slept, how dry the forest was and how the apple tree is not producing well this year.  We talked about the winter coming; do we have what we need to get through? Enough wood, is the snow plowing equipment in good repair, will we be comfortable?  We saw a couple of new game trails and noticed some of the old ones aren’t being used so much this year. 

We arrived back at the cabin and I got busy writing at the computer to meet a deadline in a few hours.  Linda started getting ready to go to her office at the college.  She noticed there had been a call from Bill something about terrorist activity in New York.  She called him back to hear of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center and all the chaos that went with it.  We chose not to turn on the radio but try and go on. Ana called and told us of the plane crashing into the Pentagon. 

I had a story to write about a good man who was good to his family, his community and to himself.  I needed another eight hundred words about his activity and didn’t want to hear about terrorist.

I finished my story and headed into my office in town without turning on the car radio.  When I got to town, town was different. The receptionist, as I walked by asked how I was holding up, normally we joke.  A salesperson said that this was not a good day to make calls; she never misses a chance to sell. 

I arranged the page layout, got the right picture out and sized it, did what I’m supposed to do and went home. I wanted to get started on this article for the my church news letter. I was planning to write on prayer and prosperity. Finally I turned on NPR Evening Edition. I didn’t hear anything I hadn’t on the streets or in my office. I did get, however, graphic descriptions of all the things I had heard about earlier.  People talked of how surreal everything was in New York and Washington D.C.

An article and the computer called so I got back to work.  

Now I’m listing to a CD called "Wind and Mountains."  I am looking out an open window to the small mountain lake that is my front yard. The music, the calm lake with a finger of wind reaching across it, birds gathering an evening meal, and images in my mind of airplanes full of people crashing into huge buildings full of people. I think I know surreal.

There is talk of retaliation. You’re damn right we must retaliate. We must muster large armies of people who will take up this call and pray, together and alone, in the cities and in the mountains for love to overcome the fear that generates this kind of anger. What could be more prosperous than praying for, and believing we can have world peace? We can but only when the communal I accepts the responsibility and as individuals let peace begin with us. Not in our homes but in our hearts. Peace will happen when I make happen.

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Ernie Hawks Ernie Hawks is a former theater director who has branched into the creative fields of writing and photography. He lives in a cabin in Athol with his lovely wife Linda, and feeds the birds in his spare time.

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