Rwanda Wa(o)nderings...
A different breath of air filling my lungs... a different feel of sun and wind touching my skin... a different scent of living things filling my nostrils and my mind... a different sight of views both unfamiliar and exotic filling my eyes... My senses reel... gently and not-so-gently assaulted by this different clime... this place across the world from home where my heart feels both at home and feels a stranger, where my mind speaks a "yes" and "no" concurrently, uncertain of what force draws me here... draws forth my love... stirs up my sadness-tinged anger... elicits hope and grief in equal measure... This is Rwanda, land of a thousand hills, Milles Collines... where once the blood of many thousands ran... where neighbor turned on neighbor in media-flamed hatred... where "good" people performed acts unspeakable... while the nations of the world turned the...