On this 12 year anniversary of 9/11, I can’t help thinking about the consciousness of the planet and how far we’ve come. It feels like there is so much more love in the world, like so many people are waking up to the divinity within them. And it gives me hope.

Earlier this month, I was flying on a plane en route to Fargo, North Dakota, where I gave my latest TEDx talk, and just as the plane’s wheels were about to touch down in Minneapolis, the pilot gunned the engine and the plane took off again, into the wild blue yonder.

Everyone on the plane exchanged worried looks that said, “Ruh roh, Shaggy. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” My first heart-stopping thought was “Terrorists have hijacked our plane and we’re about to crash into the new World Trade Center.”

I searched for a phone. There wasn’t one. Whatever happened to those satellite phones that sat above your fold-out tray table? I rehearsed what I would say if I could pick up the phone and call the people I love most on our flight to New York.

Various versions of “I love you so much I can’t even speak words about it, and I’m sorry I haven’t said that every day of my life because it’s been true every day since we’ve met.” I would call my mother and thank her for being the best mother a girl could ever have. I would apologize for being the worst version of myself whenever she is around and bow at her feet for loving me unconditionally in spite of my regularly bad behavior. I would remind her that the bad behavior is only because she has made me so secure in the certainty of her love that I can be a total brat and Mom will still be there.

I would call my husband and remind him that it has been an honor to be his wife, and that I have never felt as loved as I’ve felt since I met him eleven years ago. I would thank him for sticking with me, even after I quit my job and threw our lives into turmoil, even when I criticize and nag and get all “holier than thou” on him. I would ask him to remember the last hug we shared and to know that, even when I’m gone, I will be holding my arms around him.

I would call my daughter Siena and thank her profusely for choosing me as her mother. She tells me she used to be a fairy and then she fell in love with me, and because she was a fairy, I couldn’t see her, and it made her sad. So one day she flew into my vagina and deposited her fairy wings into my heart so I’d always have fairy magic in my heart, and then, wingless, she hobbled over to my belly and grew into a baby so she and I could kiss and hug in person. I’d thank her for giving up her wings so we could know each other better. And I’d remind her that she is here on a Divine assignment and that her only job is to be the most Siena she can possibly be. That’s all. Nothing else. I’d tell her I’ll love her forever, from heaven or wherever I’d end up after my plane hit the tower.

I’d call all my friends and family, one by one- (thank God it’s a long way from Minneapolis to New York, so I’d have time)- and thank them for being in my life, for helping me grow, for making me a better person, for challenging me, for celebrating with me, for shaping me, for loving me in spite of, even because of, all my imperfections. I’d cry over how much I love them and promise to come back and visit as an angel. My heart would burst open.

By the time I died in a plane crash, I’d know, without a doubt, that I would leave no love unexpressed. Nobody would ever doubt that they mattered to me. I would feel complete.

This is what went through my mind as the plane soared east for at least a half hour.

Then, slowly, the plane turned around…and a while later, we landed in Minneapolis and the whole plane breathed a collective sigh of relief. I remembered in that moment, as I did back on September 11, that we must ALL do this, we must ALL express our love, we must ALL open our hearts and say what we forget to say, not just on the day we might die or on September 11, but EVERY DAY.

So please, darling, say what you would say if you were one of those cherished beings we lost 12 years ago. Don’t hold back, ever. Love like you’ll die today- not just today, but every day. And join me in saying a prayer of gratitude for those we lost and a prayer of peace in this world of conflict. May our hearts be healed. May our hearts stay open. May we never, ever repeat the mistakes of our past.
Love,

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12 Comments

  1. jen

    Beautifully put Lissa! Your daughter sounds like such an amazing little person 🙂

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  2. Susie

    Brilliant. Beautiful. Blessed.
    Touching. Tender. Teaching.
    Grace. Generosity. Gorgeousness.
    So grateful for You ♡Lissa and all you share and the fairy magic in your big heart & soul♡

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  3. Debbie Evans Nichols

    Beautiful post. This really spoke to my heart. Thank you!

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  4. Denise Dare

    Ahh, Lissa, thank you, as always, for your brilliant inspiration. You are a beacon of light and a teacher of love.

    I am always thankful to read your words and feel how they resonate so deeply with my soul.

    Today, your words brought tears to my eyes and inspired me to write my own love letter to the people who matter most in my life.

    If you’re so inclined, you can read about the love bursting from my heart:

    https://denisedare.com/2013/09/11/giving-thanks-911-and-every-day/

    My postscript is a thank you note to you, for illuminating the best in us.

    Thank you for being you, Lissa, and for doing what you do with so much love.

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    • Lissa_Rankin

      What a beautiful post Denise. Thank you so much for sharing it- and for being such a vessel of love…

      Hugs
      Lissa

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      • Denise Dare

        Thank YOU for reading, Lissa…and for your gracious words.

        We are all in this together!

        Love & Light,

        Denise 🙂

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        • Lissa_Rankin

          Thank YOU for writing it!

          And yes, we ARE all in this together…

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      • Velma

        I’ve been reading your emails every day. They are very inspiring. I’ve been in therapy since I was 16. I’m 47. I’m beginning to wonder if what I need at this time in my life is a life coach. Any suggestions of where to find one? With regards to the question if today was my last day what would I do, who would I call. The answer is simple. I would call my kids & tell them I loved them & while many of my choices or decisions may have angered or hurt them, I never did any thing w malicious intent. Rather my choices were out of love. I’d tell them to live life to the fullest. Never let fear hold you back. Life is meant to be lived so go out and live it. I would tell them not to be sad or have any feelings of regret towards me because I’ve loved them from the day they took their first breath until the day I took my own last breath. Life was worth living every day because they were in it. Nothing they could’ve ever done changed that. My love for them is and always will be unconditional. I’d tell them I’d be by their side even while in heaven.

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  5. Mary Preston

    Such a great reminder for us today. Especially when so many people get lost in the sadness and despair, watching the news replays over and over again. It’s a beautiful reminder to value the life and loved ones we have. Thank you Lissa, for bringing tears to my eyes once again.

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  6. Anu Lampenius

    So beautiful…. <3

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  7. james samy

    Thank you Lissa for sharing your experience. I thank for all I have including my family also my God for creating me.
    Honored to be here receiving your power message.

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  8. Ken

    How easy it is to emotionally brain rape people with lies and deceptions.

    “In the BIG LIE propaganda technique, there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or
    voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they
    more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie,
    since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would
    be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into
    their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe
    that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously.
    Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly
    to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to
    think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent
    lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down,
    a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who
    conspire together in the art of lying.”

    So sad to see the successes of this propaganda technique as applied to history, war, science, biology, medicine, geology, religion etc…

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