I have noticed that as my trips to Haiti have increased in number my blog posts while there have decreased in number.. There are many reasons for that I think..
Aside from what I spoke about in my last post, not having the right to tell another story, I have come to see that my time there is MY own lived experience. It's not one easily recounted or shared.. I guess it's why I find myself seeking seclusion when I come home.
There are few that can understand what it means to be where I was, to see what I saw and to experience the return to "normal" life once home.
I am grateful for those of you who have opened yourself up to the trying... those who have been there for me as sounding boards and willful ears.. and I am sorry that yet again I find myself in that "place" where most of this doesn't make sense..
I'm not sure how life can keep going on in such a manner when the balance continues to be so off and although the little bits count, they never seem to add up to a whole for so many...
As it always does, life goes on, all be it a little skewed for me.. for the time being.
A smart man said..
Given the scale of life in the cosmos, one human life is no more than a tiny blip. Each one of us is a just visitor to this planet, a guest, who will only stay for a limited time. What greater folly could there be than to spend this short time alone, unhappy or in conflict with our companions? Far better, surely, to use our short time here in living a meaningful life, enriched by our sense of connection with others and being of service to them.
I won't be gone for long...