Like a swing

It's a simple rule of physics. Before you propel forwards you have to back up. You have to build momentum. You have to get the motion going before you reach the peak and jump off like a child who attempts to jump further than the other children.

Over the last couple days I have swung backwards. No, it's not a bad thing. I received a wonderful painting bought for me by my Aunt Karen. As soon as I glimpsed it I was taken back to my old world--a world where disorder rules, but never chaos. A world where pain mingles with hopeless, helpless, desperate love to form the sunsets that took my breath away daily for eight years. To the hum of real life, of real love.
To further things, I am blessed to be able to present to a class the conflict in Northern Uganda. This conflict which I followed and then worked with and studied and taught about is once again in my life. For one last time I am able to teach about it.
Let me not forget to say that I am blessed with a professor who has lived and taught in Kampala. This is making my life a lot easier, as she seems to understand where I come from.
I put together a presentation tonight on The Pearl of Africa--the little known nickname for Uganda. As I put pictures in, I felt myself engulfed by the beauty, by the pain, by the love.
I have glimpses of what will come next, but I am hesitant to announce it so publicly. In the meantime let me enjoy building momentum with some favorite flashbacks and stories to my better half--Uganda.