thundering peace.

the rain falls hard, the thunder loud. something about the power of a thunderstorm is soothing. perhaps a reminder of how small i truly am. my brother and dad arrived late into the night last night. it is good to have the family back together, i just wish it wasn't under these circumstances. my brother will be home for the summer. moving into a place where he knows no one. i pray he finds a good job soon and that he can connect with some guys. i pray he finds friends who differ from those he normally interacts with.

this afternoon, in the costco waiting line i was skimming through a few new text messages. i accidentally went too far til i reached the oldest message on my phone. one from my mom before i left for guatemala, "i love you and will miss talking to you." yes, its true, my mom and i would talk almost everyday while i was in college. [call me a mamma's girl. go on, do it.] as i read the message i couldn't help the tears. the worst is when it hits you in a public place. you look around and watch the surrounding bodies. no one notices you. you wonder what barrier people are facing in their own lives.

is anybody feeling the pain and fear that i am? or are people merely concerned with what their outfit is going to be for this evening's cocktail party?