i’m watching the pacific. to say it rivets me is an understatement.

hh and i are rendered speechless each episode.

every scene shakes me.

i still can’t get the conversation out of my head where the hardened, jaded marine questions the fresh recruit about god:

hearing those words made me feel a little less alone.

i like to think i’m an intelligent girl. i can work out most of my sticky situations. yet when it comes to war and these “enemies” i supposedly have all over the world, i’m a 4 year old needing tracing paper.

i don’t pray. but at night as i fall asleep i try to send love out to someone in the world who doesn’t know me, but hates me. hates me because of where i live, what i look like, because of what i do or do not believe in.

it was something i started around 9/11; to help me combat my confusion and anger. now it’s just become a ritual i have to do. like brushing my teeth.

it’s silly, i know. kind of weirdo-ish too. i’m not changing the world. i’m just not letting hate and ugliness own my tiny katie kingdom.