Cause I believe, Yes I believe that we can find the surface

Hoping that everyone finds their parachutes.

Oteka

Your legacy spans the globe. We will carry on your name and your message till our last breath.

One by one...

One day they fell, one by courageous one, and when that happened the world lost the souls that fought for its freedom, and piece by broken piece my faith chipped away.

Sunday, at the moment Spain and the Netherlands played for the world cup three bombs exploded in Kampala, Uganda. One was under the table of an Ethiopian restaurant where my friend, Uganda's friend and the world's friend sat. (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/12/world/africa/12uganda.html)

I awoke this morning to the news, hurling in pain at the double blow this tragedy brings. Two of God's beautiful soldiers for peace have returned to him this year, but were selfishly ripped away from us.

*Aside to God: Why? How could you be taking away those that offer the world peace, those that live to create freedom for all? Do you only take the good? It feels like you are slowly poisoning this world, kicking the crutches out from under us, taking from us the souls that hold most promise--those that, if you had just let stay, would have brought world peace. Stop it! Stop taking the good, stop taking those that I love. Leave me with a little hope left, that's all I ask. Please, let the ones I love live. I don't like waking up each day afraid to lose anyone else.*

Rob, now Nate. Two friends. Both living out their dreams when the time came calling, both working tirelessly for Invisible Children, both fighting for humanity. The similarities of the circumstances nauseate my soul, and shred away the healing that started to take place. I am reliving a nightmare that has been with me everyday since November 13.

Rest in peace. You are in my thoughts and prayers Henn family.

http://blog.invisiblechildren.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory-of-nate-oteka-henn/

The 4th

My 4th of July...*sigh*...It could not have been any better. Of course I had to go to work (my new job as a waitress at the Apollo) at five in the morning, which is not the first thing you would think of as being part of the equation to a great holiday, but I really did not mind. I work with a lovely staff (including my best friend Holly), had friendly customers (most of the day), and made twice as much in tips today than I have all week! (which is really all you can ask for.) It then crescendoed with a day by the pool with Holly, and relaxing at my uncle's with the family. Oh if only I had a camera that was capable of taking great dusk and nighttime photographs! The beauty I would have captured tonight! Walking down to the fireworks was the first taste of peace I have known for weeks. It was a connectedness to nature, deep down in my soul that filled me with hunger and made my eyes greedy. I could have stared into the dusky sky, breathed in my surroundings and enjoyed the beauty forever, if I was allowed. When the fireworks began, it was like a panorama of rose buds bursting in the spring over stems of cornfields. And even though they made little headway over the rolling hills and tops of trees it was ok, because my fireworks were the cotton candy sky, the expansive golden wheat fields, my colorful family each bringing their own flavor, and the firefly sparks, shimmers in the warm summer nights breeze, that danced around the sky and grazed the earth. And that breeze...it smelled of peace, of mother nature. It seeped into me and made me feel whole.