The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation...eww.

ok, here we go. Fairy Queen is hollering/bellowing/yelling and trying to get the little white dogs to run in here and bite me, anything to get me to stop...

{FQ sidebar: She neither hollers nor bellows. She suggests, gently and firmly. And in the case of this particular post, she was spectacularly wrong.}

...and yet, I post.

there is a song from my youth, well not quite youth, but not quite growed up, more like a grup.

In the late 80's, early 90's from a band called Toto, which had little to nothing to do with the hero of a small movie that didn't quite win the oscar that year of 1939 (blatent plug to get you to get off of the Friendster and look to other parts of the tubes, because it is not a truck).

watch this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTQbiNvZqaY

 

(his other hand is someplace down in "Africa"

Don't hate me because I am beautiful, or because I asked you to watch that oh-so-white band sing about "Africa" and what the hell, the black librarian and what the f!@# was with the black hand and the spear? and those glasses. pla-la-la-lease. It would be like germans singing something about how the "the bris, the bris it went amiss", or "I wish, I wish, for a gefilte fish" (ok, I may be off the rails here a bit, go look up "the dark backward" it has nothing to do with anything here, but it was a weird movie, a guy with a third arm).

ok, stay with me (this may be a bit late, but for those still here the secret is to bang the rocks together, guys) 

Our friend, Sarah, who may be one of the bravest people we know, is now (down) in Africa. Not the Africa that the oh so earnest guy above is touching himself about, but the Africa with real people who have gone through really, really, really horrible things that they all have to live with, and have to figure out how to live with each other knowing what they all have done.

oh, sorry, heavy. yes. we are talking specifically about Rwanda. 

She is there, talking and getting to know people who have both done monstrous and unforgivable things and have had monstrous and unforgivable things done to them. Yet, despite the fact that monstrous and unforgivable things have been done, they are figuring out how to do something even harder, and in Phrodaux's small head, impossible.

They forgive.

yes, you don't want to do what I usually tell you to do and "go look it up", really, don't. Just take my word. 

But, if I can ask one thing, and one thing only of those who will take advice from some random whacko who writes about chupa cobbler and giant salamaders and what may or may not be sheet vinyl, can I ask one simple thing, really, it is a simple thing that you can do, won't cost a thing, really.

forgive.

(It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you...)

and if you are interested...check in with Farmer Sarah herself.