Mombin Crochu, Haiti

“For, more than ever, I realize we are all part of the never ending story of this village, and the myths and legends that surround and define it.
More than ever I realize that everything that we do is part of the bigger picture of life, unknown in it’s tellings.
Is it really so different at home?
The microcosm here somehow seems to magnify it, make it more visible…yet we are all part of the story, each story.
No matter where we go, who we touch, how we are…the story continues.
The colors this morning are so brilliant, as this day begins in Mombin Crochu.
The people walk the mountain, happily chattering as they travel to market, bringing that which they will sell.
And we will stay in this picture for a short time more, before we exit to a world so foreign that it could not be understood.
I wonder where is my world?
Where is my reality?
Where is my soul?
And I think, perhaps not in a place, not in a village, or town….but in all places, all people, as more and more I see the interconnection that holds all mankind together, in pain and sorrow, beauty and joy…
we are one.
And so this day, with the brilliance shown to me written by God’s hand, I watch the morning begin.
And as I walk within it I pray I may perhaps begin to understand the lesson spoken in the passing of the days……”