Day 8/30:
I live relatively close to multiple military bases in Hawaii right now and, this morning, a couple of my roommates and I were greeted with the roar of these beautiful birds flying over our house.
These, are “Blue Angels”
and, as pretty as they are, and as cool as it was to see them mid-flight, swooping around in the sky, they’re kind of terrifying.
their sound alone sends a chill down your spine.
it’s like a roar of impending doom.
that same roar that you hear broadcast across breaking news streams or hollywood battle scenes, that always seems to be followed by gunfire or the sound of deep impact explosions
we seemed to be wired, or at least I seem to wired, to be so afraid of that sound. kind of like the sound of a tornado alarm, but 50 times scarier. You know this noise, you’ve heard it before, and all you know is that whatever is about to happen next probably isn’t going to be good
and in these moments, I imagine what it feels like to actually live in a war torn country.
to try to live a “normal life” with fighter jets routinely making their rounds over YOUR head. and trying to continue to co-exist with them. never knowing when you’ll hear their thunder, and when or if it will end with more than just a fading into the distance
I imagine life for them and am thankful that my life is different. I hope for things to be better and know that, for now, I will do my best with what I have, and send love out into the world, as much love as I possibly can, and know that it is working.
<3 all is full of love :)
