Lake Kivu

 High time I got back to my travel blogging—we (Kate and Jill and I) are heading to Georgia to visit Alex in November, and I'd really like to have finished my Uganda/Rwanda and Israel/Jordan write-ups by then.  September 1, 2013, 6:30pm LAKE KIVU!!! I'm sitting on the ledge of a terrace looking out at one of the most breathtaking views in recent memory. Or ever. So so so lovely. Hills like paper cutouts receding, receding into the pale evening horizon. A calm gray lake.   September 2, 2013, 10amWe are sitting inside a church where more than 11,000 Tutsis were killed during the genocide. Outside there is a memorial with rows of skulls in a glass case beneath a small crucifix. The stained glass is of the crudest design I've seen, but it throws such bright and beautiful shapes on the cement floor.I keep saying to myself, "Let me be love." And I realized—actually began to "internalize" it, maybe—that there IS no me. I know I am beginning to internalize that truth because it actually felt good this time to face it.