The story continues. The inertia of what has transpired over the past few weeks will cause continued, forward movement in my life for an awfully long time. How can one divorce the past from the present? In this situation, I suppose the answer is, "you can't." In Haiti right now, the past IS the present. Their story continues. "Ayiti craze," they're saying. "Haiti is broken." Just because I am now home and comfortable doesn't mean their reality has suddenly gotten better too. As I write (laptop, coffee, golden retriever,... you get the idea), whining about my mosquito bites, the precious people of Haiti today, right this minute, are struggling with overwhelming pain and loss. This is reality for Haiti. This is IT.
In response to this realization, then, I choose to do more. What, exactly, that will look like remains to be figured out. I do have my ideas and am working through all that.
As I do, the stories and experiences, hopefully, will be slowly sorted out in my brain, a mental defrag. This blog experiment will morph, then, into a collection (and recollection) of stories and thoughts, an online journal. If this is all just too much for you, then I understand. I have appreciated so much your prayers and interest and encouraging comments. But I do invite you to follow along in this no-less-than spiritual journey of mine. The way I figure it, we're all journey-ers. I guess I'm just crazy enough to blog it.
Stay tuned. Stories and pictures to follow.