Every moment we breathe in, every moment we breathe out. Every breath seems the same, yet currents of opportunity whisper through our subconscious until all at once, we realize the wind has changed and we are sailing in a different direction.
I left the construction shanty at 5:30 yesterday, early considering our recent workload, but since we were working on Sunday I decided to knock off and take a long walk home. The breeze was fresh, the air invigorating and in that moment it hit me. Ninety degrees on a late summer afternoon no longer feels oppressive to me.
True, my housemate Paul noticed months ago that I put on a sweater when the thermostat drops below 70; I never used to get cold.
True, I eat rice and beans in the States more than I eat beef, and I never order a filet of anything anymore.
True, the occasional Creole phrase slips into my dreams.
True, I no longer say I visit Haiti, I say I live here half time.
Today marks the mid-point in my yearlong commitment to Haiti, and I am well along in my conversion. To what I am not exactly sure, but so far it’s been a great journey and I am all in for the rest of the ride.
beautiful in its simplicity and understanding. I feel lighter (less burdened) and enlighted reading
how your experience and your ideas have fused into a unique perspective – Thank you, Paul