Think Up | 06/09/2008 4:03 pm
Ashley Judd's Rwanda Diaries Part Two: Skulls, Femurs and Flowers

Editor’s Note: Our friend, Ashley Judd, joined YouthAIDS as Global Ambassador in 2002, after seeing the effects of HIV/AIDS on communities and children in the United States and around the globe. With no cure in sight, and the realization that education is the only way to prevent the spread of this disease, Ashley uses voice and platform — on behalf of those without a voice — to promote YouthAIDS’s programs and to provide young adults with immediate solutions for fighting the global epidemic. Most recently, Ashley went to Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where she kept a daily personal journal detailing the heart-wrenching experience. Each week this summer, wOw shares one diary excerpt and corresponding photos from her trip. This is part two of those diaries. Click here to read part one of Ashley’s Rwanda diaries.
On June 3, Ashley spoke about her experiences in Africa at the United Nations. Click here to read the transcript of that speech.
The following journal entry was written on Thursday, April 24th, 2008.
“If you knew me, and if you really knew yourself, you wouldn’t have killed me.”
The crispy, burning fatigue has set in — the kind that feels like grit in my eyes and aches in my joints. No matter how well I take care of myself and what healthy choices I make, I am simply unsuited for early mornings. Sleep deprivation coupled with the emotional gymnastics of traveling in poor countries create a unique exhaustion. I tap into the spiritual capital of years of tending to a spiritual practice, especially meditation, and ask the teachings of great masters to be with me, to sustain me. Let the time I have spent sustain me now, please. Make me an instrument of thy peace, sweet God of mine. Love is a great thing, a great and thorough good; by itself it makes everything that is heavy, light. Help me make this heavy day light. It’s a beautiful day, God; don’t let me miss it.
Click here to view Ashley’s photographs from the genocide memorial.
Yesterday I began my day on my knees in my hotel room in Kigali, saying just that. As soon as the word ”beautiful” left my mouth I saw two kite hawks in a treetop directly outside my window. Is grabbing field glasses to admire African birds an extension of meditation? I think so. Hawks are diurnal as owls are nocturnal; together they comprise a very special animal totem, and their medicine, as taught by Native Americans, is potent in my life. They have been with me for years and in awesomely special ways. I thank my Creator for these affirmations that I am on the right path. Yesterday I had written very intimate prayers to the Creator (these diaries are news, weather and sports compared to my real journal). The natural world is a portal of worship and connection for me. Here I see a power greater than myself most vividly.
A tiny white flower on a resilient, curling stem would be my next symbol of comfort, and how much did I need it? I was standing in the middle of a long sequence of concrete mass graves, graves piled 20 and more bodies deep, filled with the massacred remains of Rwandans who were slaughtered during the inconceivable genocide here in 1994. The mass graves are 15-feet wide, 20-feet long and go on for as long as the eye can see. In the poured concrete that is the final resting place for bones hacked by machetes, this flower, tinier than my pinkie fingernail, was unmistakably growing out from within a tomb. It was several feet from the ground (the graves are so deep, so deep), yet it was unmistakably there. The wheel of time turns, life, death. Life, death. Life.























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