Monday, April 12, 2010
Mike and Nicole headed into the mountains to start their day at Pastor Duress' school which was holding classes for the first time since the earthquake (interestingly the 3-month anniversary). This school is the one where I helped erect tents a few weeks ago. Mike had been asked to be present, which ultimately meant he had been asked to say a few words to the students as they re-commenced. Mike and Nicole wanted to encourage the students and staff in their efforts.
Many schools in the area still have not been able to continue with classes. Organizations are working to address the varied needs by clearing rubble or unsafe structures so that the space can then by covered with tents or tarps for at least a temporary structure of sorts. Supplies are a entirely different matter. I have learned many details through Nicole's summarization of the education meetings she attends on a weekly basis when possible about the concerted efforts of organizations and the Haitian government to address all the needs. One way this appears to be happening is to essentially make all the schools public. Prior to the earthquake, I believe 90% of the schools were privately funded and operated. People are working diligently to locate and identify all the needs for each of these schools so that all the students (which still isn't all of the children) can continue with their education. Part of the plan is summer school so that they will be caught up on their studies and prepared to begin the next school term in the fall. Granted, many youth still haven't begun school and have no idea when they may be able to...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
food for thought
Sunday, April 11, 2010
This morning I noticed that my Kreyol must be improving because I was finally able to hear some short phrases during the sermon and understand their meaning. I still don't understand most of the service or the sermon, but I am making progress. We learned some songs in Kreyol which helped. I am definitely more of a visual learner than an auditory one, but for a language both components are crucial to comprehension and retention. Pe August had copies of the songs for many of the congregation members. We spent the first half hour or so learning the 5 songs by practing the verses repeatedly until the congregation seemed to remember the tune and words (many people just listen and learn because they don't know how to read).
I ended up sharing a short bench with a little girl and her mom. The little girl was enthralled by me and the sunglasses resting on top of my head. At one point in the middle of the service, the mom grabbed the girl's head in both her hands and turned it to show me something on the side. I didn't understand at first, but after the mother turned the girl's head to the other side, I finally saw the dime-sized knots that jutted out of her neck. My first thought was that they were swollen lymph nodes, but further consideration led my thoughts to the possibility of a bone-deformation of some sort. I really didn't have any clue, after all I'm not a doctor, but the woman obviously wanted me to see them. I'm assuming she thought I might have some insight or a connection because I'm blan. I had planned to encourage her to take the little girl (whose name I later learned is Ginny) to see a doctor, but they left immediately as service was ending.
Another train of thought gripped me toward the end of the sermon as people jumped up in fear. We were sitting outside under the shade of a large tree with a vertical wall of dirt behind us. All of a sudden the earth started shaking. The aftershock seemed strong, but no more than the other 4.somethings we had already experienced. Despite sitting outside in the open, probably two dozen people in the congregation stood up and prepared to run. Almost three months after the earthquake, people are still experiencing strong fear in the midst of the aftershocks. For a few minutes, the mood of the service was interrupted by side conversations and laughter as people dealt with their adrenaline rushes. The fact that people jumped up to run even though they were sitting outside stuck with me on some level. I know that a couple book sized boulders shook lose and rolled down in our midst and that people were responding instinctively, but this experience served to remind me of how intense that day of their lives was and probably still is at times.
This morning I noticed that my Kreyol must be improving because I was finally able to hear some short phrases during the sermon and understand their meaning. I still don't understand most of the service or the sermon, but I am making progress. We learned some songs in Kreyol which helped. I am definitely more of a visual learner than an auditory one, but for a language both components are crucial to comprehension and retention. Pe August had copies of the songs for many of the congregation members. We spent the first half hour or so learning the 5 songs by practing the verses repeatedly until the congregation seemed to remember the tune and words (many people just listen and learn because they don't know how to read).
I ended up sharing a short bench with a little girl and her mom. The little girl was enthralled by me and the sunglasses resting on top of my head. At one point in the middle of the service, the mom grabbed the girl's head in both her hands and turned it to show me something on the side. I didn't understand at first, but after the mother turned the girl's head to the other side, I finally saw the dime-sized knots that jutted out of her neck. My first thought was that they were swollen lymph nodes, but further consideration led my thoughts to the possibility of a bone-deformation of some sort. I really didn't have any clue, after all I'm not a doctor, but the woman obviously wanted me to see them. I'm assuming she thought I might have some insight or a connection because I'm blan. I had planned to encourage her to take the little girl (whose name I later learned is Ginny) to see a doctor, but they left immediately as service was ending.
Another train of thought gripped me toward the end of the sermon as people jumped up in fear. We were sitting outside under the shade of a large tree with a vertical wall of dirt behind us. All of a sudden the earth started shaking. The aftershock seemed strong, but no more than the other 4.somethings we had already experienced. Despite sitting outside in the open, probably two dozen people in the congregation stood up and prepared to run. Almost three months after the earthquake, people are still experiencing strong fear in the midst of the aftershocks. For a few minutes, the mood of the service was interrupted by side conversations and laughter as people dealt with their adrenaline rushes. The fact that people jumped up to run even though they were sitting outside stuck with me on some level. I know that a couple book sized boulders shook lose and rolled down in our midst and that people were responding instinctively, but this experience served to remind me of how intense that day of their lives was and probably still is at times.
dousman
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I've come to really enjoy my quiet walks on the beach. I try to send a portion of my walk by myself so that I can just listen to God and be refreshed before interacting with the locals. What I've been noticing is that this time helps keep me grounded and aware of God's presence. The wind, waves, and sunset speak of His glory and beauty in a way that words could never describe. Yesterday and today, I have been particularly attuned to the sound of the rocks as they gently roll back into the ocean as the waves recede. The Kreyol word dousman means both slowly and gently, which is how the water moves. I sense God telling me just a little at a time. I was reminded to stay focused on the task immediately ahead of me because so often I am not capable of looking at or accepting the whole picture. Sometimes I may think that I am watching the sand and rocks closely to avoid walking on a thorn, but in reality my senses would be overwhelmed by the colors, sounds, sights, and smells if I wasn't. There is so much to notice. There is so much to experience. I am still adapting to a new culture and a new place. God is reminding me to take it slowly and gently... one step at a time.
I've come to really enjoy my quiet walks on the beach. I try to send a portion of my walk by myself so that I can just listen to God and be refreshed before interacting with the locals. What I've been noticing is that this time helps keep me grounded and aware of God's presence. The wind, waves, and sunset speak of His glory and beauty in a way that words could never describe. Yesterday and today, I have been particularly attuned to the sound of the rocks as they gently roll back into the ocean as the waves recede. The Kreyol word dousman means both slowly and gently, which is how the water moves. I sense God telling me just a little at a time. I was reminded to stay focused on the task immediately ahead of me because so often I am not capable of looking at or accepting the whole picture. Sometimes I may think that I am watching the sand and rocks closely to avoid walking on a thorn, but in reality my senses would be overwhelmed by the colors, sounds, sights, and smells if I wasn't. There is so much to notice. There is so much to experience. I am still adapting to a new culture and a new place. God is reminding me to take it slowly and gently... one step at a time.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
feeling torn
Thursday-Friday, April 8-9, 2010
I found out on Tuesday that my best friend was getting married Friday. Of course I wanted to be there even though it was just going to be a small courthouse ceremony. Through facebook statuses and instant messaging on Wednesday, I decided that going just didn't make sense. Christine and Chad are planning to have a larger ceremony after he returns from Afghanistan next year in which I should be able to participate. Plus, Christine essentially forbid me to come when she heard how expensive the ticket for the weekend was. (I knew she would and avoided telling her at first.) We ended our conversation with the comment that obviously I was meant to be here despite the fact that I was missing such an important day in her life.
Thursday morning, Nicole suggested I take the day to myself. Essentially I treated myself to some TLC (made a couple collages, watched a movie, shed some tears) for the majority of the day. Towards late afternoon, I decided to go for a walk to be present in my given situation since I had been reminded less than 24 hours previously that I was serving a purpose here. On the walk, I spent some time talking with the beach kids and just interacting ...good medicine at the time. That evening, I sent out my weekly email update and shared the homesickness I was feeling.
Friday morning, I awoke to words of encouragement from many of you reminding me of my purpose here in supporting the Carlins in the work of the project. After breakfast, I spent an hour or so in prayer for them as they talked through some details. In the midst of that prayer, God confirmed my purpose here. I am supporting the Carlins, in many different ways, and had I been at Christine's wedding that morning then I would not have been praying as intently during their communication. We opted not to have school that day, but I took the children swimming before lunch. While I was in the ocean with the kids, I felt that God was encouraging me to continue exploring my relationships with the beach children as well for me. My main purpose is to support the Carlins, but I also need to honor and acknowledge my own needs here ...so I will continue to build relationships and practice my Kreyol alongside of my other responsibilities.
Isn't God good? He always meets us where we're at. We just have to listen for His voice.
I found out on Tuesday that my best friend was getting married Friday. Of course I wanted to be there even though it was just going to be a small courthouse ceremony. Through facebook statuses and instant messaging on Wednesday, I decided that going just didn't make sense. Christine and Chad are planning to have a larger ceremony after he returns from Afghanistan next year in which I should be able to participate. Plus, Christine essentially forbid me to come when she heard how expensive the ticket for the weekend was. (I knew she would and avoided telling her at first.) We ended our conversation with the comment that obviously I was meant to be here despite the fact that I was missing such an important day in her life.
Thursday morning, Nicole suggested I take the day to myself. Essentially I treated myself to some TLC (made a couple collages, watched a movie, shed some tears) for the majority of the day. Towards late afternoon, I decided to go for a walk to be present in my given situation since I had been reminded less than 24 hours previously that I was serving a purpose here. On the walk, I spent some time talking with the beach kids and just interacting ...good medicine at the time. That evening, I sent out my weekly email update and shared the homesickness I was feeling.
Friday morning, I awoke to words of encouragement from many of you reminding me of my purpose here in supporting the Carlins in the work of the project. After breakfast, I spent an hour or so in prayer for them as they talked through some details. In the midst of that prayer, God confirmed my purpose here. I am supporting the Carlins, in many different ways, and had I been at Christine's wedding that morning then I would not have been praying as intently during their communication. We opted not to have school that day, but I took the children swimming before lunch. While I was in the ocean with the kids, I felt that God was encouraging me to continue exploring my relationships with the beach children as well for me. My main purpose is to support the Carlins, but I also need to honor and acknowledge my own needs here ...so I will continue to build relationships and practice my Kreyol alongside of my other responsibilities.
Isn't God good? He always meets us where we're at. We just have to listen for His voice.
Friday, April 16, 2010
some r & r
Monday-Wednesday, April 5-7, 2010
Mike was still struggling with some stress-related health issues, so he made the decision that he needed some down time away from work and consequently the compound. Monday afternoon the seven of us loaded up in the small pickup truck with Clement driving and Guito riding along. Nicole sat in the back seat with the two boys. I sat on the bench in the bed of the pickup with the two girls. Mike laid across the bed to try to nap. On the way up the mountain, we stopped briefly for Maradoona to jump onto the back of the truck as well.
The drive was beautiful. The temperature is cooler in the mountains and was lovely. When we arrived at the hotel in Jacmel (about an hour and a half drive away), the guys helped us unload the vehicle and carrying our bags to our rooms. It was an Americanized-hotel, but was still a Carribean paradise. The lobby was an completely open space without doors or windows. Stairs led down to the dining area, bar, and pool. Other stairs led up to our rooms and a furnished patio space. Each of our two rooms had a balcony with a gorgeous view of a small cove facing the ocean.
We spent the next 48 hours on the hotel grounds swimming, watching movies on the computers, reading, eating, praying, and sleeping. Mike's symptoms began to alleviate and make life bearable again for him. Generally the time was designated strictly for rest and relaxation, a goal which seemed to be accomplished by the time we left.
We spent the next 48 hours on the hotel grounds swimming, watching movies on the computers, reading, eating, praying, and sleeping. Mike's symptoms began to alleviate and make life bearable again for him. Generally the time was designated strictly for rest and relaxation, a goal which seemed to be accomplished by the time we left.
Four of the staff rode back to pick us up on Wednesday. They swam, which was entertaining to watch because Clement apparently can't actually swim. The water was lower than normal, but he still held onto the side of the pool as he walked to the deep end to make sure he could touch. Once he was assured that he would be able to touch the bottom without problems, he let go and enjoyed the water. Mike also shared with me how the last time Clement was in that pool, it was full so Clement never let go of the side of the pool.
Then we all enjoyed lunch together before loading the truck and heading back. I tried grilled goat so that I would have a basis for my opinion about what to do with the goat we had tied up in our compound. Goat is very tasty. It is a very lean meat and actually reminded me of deer. As I savored each bite, I almost felt like I was at my parents' house with a deer 
roast on the plate in front of me... almost.
roast on the plate in front of me... almost.The drive back was just as beautiful, but cooler. I also find the paradoxical realities becoming more and more prevalent in my eyes and mind. I spent time praying for the people and country of Haiti. It had rained that morning, which brought to mind the many hardships related to rainy seasons as well as the necessity for plant life to have the water.
We stopped for a surprise on the drive back to L'
acul. The Carlins had been interested in finding a dog for the compound, but were having difficulty locating a puppy. Clement had been keeping an eye out for one for Mike and had found one whose mother had been killed in a car accident. Mike and Clement went to Clement's house to check out this dog before bringing it to the truck and giving it to the children. Tessa entertained Clement, Guito, Maradoona, and me with her antics with her dog while we finished the ride to the compound.
acul. The Carlins had been interested in finding a dog for the compound, but were having difficulty locating a puppy. Clement had been keeping an eye out for one for Mike and had found one whose mother had been killed in a car accident. Mike and Clement went to Clement's house to check out this dog before bringing it to the truck and giving it to the children. Tessa entertained Clement, Guito, Maradoona, and me with her antics with her dog while we finished the ride to the compound.After unpacking and re-situating my space, I went for a walk before dinner and spent some 
time talking with the beach kids. The Carlins took time to clean Kali (named after Kaliptus, the Eucalyptus trees used in the CODEP project) and address some of her needs. They began researching the internet for ways to make puppy milk and food without the ability to go to the grocery store and buy those items. Sophie crocheted a leash from yarn.
time talking with the beach kids. The Carlins took time to clean Kali (named after Kaliptus, the Eucalyptus trees used in the CODEP project) and address some of her needs. They began researching the internet for ways to make puppy milk and food without the ability to go to the grocery store and buy those items. Sophie crocheted a leash from yarn.It was nice to have time away, but it was good to be home again. To settle into my own space and sleep in my own bed was almost heaven.
Easter gifts
Thursday-Sunday, April 1-4, 2010
Two men came from the states to help with the fish harvest in the mountains on Thursday. Originally we were all planning to go up together to be involved in the harvest, but Wednesday night resulted in Mike going into a nearby town to find a doctor after midnight. He was having some chest pains and difficulty breathing, which the doctor informed him was stress and anxiety. While Mike and Nicole were gone looking for medical attention, I had waited in their space per their request in case one of the children woke up or in case we had a small aftershock (in which case they might have all woken). Because of the early morning adventure, we were all needing a little extra rest the next morning and opted not to go to the harvest. However Bill and Nick went to count the fish. The harvest was decent sized despite the concerns related to the strange weather and potential complications from the earthquake shifting land (and negatively affecting the ponds/fish).
We enjoyed the took this time to have some down time and relax. I enjoyed conversations where I practiced my Kreyol. One young man in particular enjoys practicing the French he knows. So one of the conversations I was speaking in Kreyol to him through his friend who was translating the French into Kreyol and vice versa. If nothing else, the time was good for laughing. I also regularly walked the beach and had opportunities to meet new young people. More and more of the local community are aware of who I am, call out to say hi, and ask how I am doing as I pass them. On Saturday, I was even able to stop and watch part of a futbol game on my way back to the compound.
Sunday we had intended to join the services at the church we normally attend, but preparing breakfast took longer than anticipated. We decided to have a time of fellowship for the nine of us at the compound together in English instead. Our Bible study produced some great conversation and was a welcome time of rejuvenation. The kids made Funfetti cupcakes for dessert, and we started dinner with an egg-jousting war with the colored eggs they made the previous afternoon.
The guy from who
m we buy fertilizer for the project had given us a gift for our Easter celebration. This gift included two bunches of plantains, a large quantity of dried white beans, and a live goat. Mike and Nicole had planned for the staff to butcher and prepare the meat for us, but the children heard the goat's cries on Friday afternoon and begged for it not to be killed or eaten. Therefore the emotional factors involved in this decision escalated, and the goat continued to live. (P.S. He is still living in our outer compound today, but I believe he will be part of a celebration in June.) Of course, the beach children are aware of the goat's presence and laugh every time they are told it is still alive. Goat is a preferred meat by many here.
Two men came from the states to help with the fish harvest in the mountains on Thursday. Originally we were all planning to go up together to be involved in the harvest, but Wednesday night resulted in Mike going into a nearby town to find a doctor after midnight. He was having some chest pains and difficulty breathing, which the doctor informed him was stress and anxiety. While Mike and Nicole were gone looking for medical attention, I had waited in their space per their request in case one of the children woke up or in case we had a small aftershock (in which case they might have all woken). Because of the early morning adventure, we were all needing a little extra rest the next morning and opted not to go to the harvest. However Bill and Nick went to count the fish. The harvest was decent sized despite the concerns related to the strange weather and potential complications from the earthquake shifting land (and negatively affecting the ponds/fish).
We enjoyed the took this time to have some down time and relax. I enjoyed conversations where I practiced my Kreyol. One young man in particular enjoys practicing the French he knows. So one of the conversations I was speaking in Kreyol to him through his friend who was translating the French into Kreyol and vice versa. If nothing else, the time was good for laughing. I also regularly walked the beach and had opportunities to meet new young people. More and more of the local community are aware of who I am, call out to say hi, and ask how I am doing as I pass them. On Saturday, I was even able to stop and watch part of a futbol game on my way back to the compound.
Sunday we had intended to join the services at the church we normally attend, but preparing breakfast took longer than anticipated. We decided to have a time of fellowship for the nine of us at the compound together in English instead. Our Bible study produced some great conversation and was a welcome time of rejuvenation. The kids made Funfetti cupcakes for dessert, and we started dinner with an egg-jousting war with the colored eggs they made the previous afternoon.
The guy from who
m we buy fertilizer for the project had given us a gift for our Easter celebration. This gift included two bunches of plantains, a large quantity of dried white beans, and a live goat. Mike and Nicole had planned for the staff to butcher and prepare the meat for us, but the children heard the goat's cries on Friday afternoon and begged for it not to be killed or eaten. Therefore the emotional factors involved in this decision escalated, and the goat continued to live. (P.S. He is still living in our outer compound today, but I believe he will be part of a celebration in June.) Of course, the beach children are aware of the goat's presence and laugh every time they are told it is still alive. Goat is a preferred meat by many here.Thursday, April 15, 2010
hardship and joy up above
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
In reflecting on my experience walking extra, I was struck by the daily tasks of life for a Haitian. I decided to include photos to share my observations with you
This Royal Palm tree has had portions of its trunk hollowed out to create space in which to hang maize to be dried where animals can not get to it. This tree was behind where the truck was parked, but I did not even notice it until we returned from our hike.
As we walked along the road, we drew small crowds occasionally. This little group of children came to their "gate" to say good morning and wave to us.
Many people were in the midst of their daily activities. Some took breaks as we passed to speak briefly or just stare. Some people carried in their arms, but typically loads would be placed on their heads. We passed women and children carrying buckets of water a couple times. People of all ages were walking "alongside" us, many quite faster. The girl in the above photo paced herself with us instead of going quickly about her day. At the point where she would veer off, she waited for all of us to pass her before running down her own path.
The men above are working diligently to widen the current path into a road which could be passable by large trucks in hopes that they will be able to receive a relief distribution of some nature. The road is just soil and rocks filling in the low spots. Their efforts were quite evident and yet the path was still rather uneven (what else can you expect though).
When we left the demonstration forest, these two youngsters were approaching us on the path and stopped to sit in the shade of the "picturesque" erosion tree.
The love of bright colors is seen in clothes and kays (houses). In the tiny front yard of this home, the family has used a tarp to create an enclosed space. Given the conversations I have had with many others, chances are this family now sleeps under this tarp tent each night instead of risking an aftershock indoors.
Men work vigorously together to create trenches in the side of the mountain for irrigation and plant security from the rains and subsequent erosion/mudslides. I observed the men timing the swings of their picks to hit the dirt simultaneously. I noted similar actions with each working group we passed.
A young man riding a donkey. He came up the mountain behind us as we returned from the demonstration forest to the truck. He appeared to be heading home, as he stopped as a house. However I could not deduce where he had been or for what purpose.
Children are often the most interested and excited to see a group of blans walking. We did not receive as much attention on our hike out as we did during the walk in, but there were a few stragglers.
In reflecting on my experience walking extra, I was struck by the daily tasks of life for a Haitian. I decided to include photos to share my observations with you
This Royal Palm tree has had portions of its trunk hollowed out to create space in which to hang maize to be dried where animals can not get to it. This tree was behind where the truck was parked, but I did not even notice it until we returned from our hike.
As we walked along the road, we drew small crowds occasionally. This little group of children came to their "gate" to say good morning and wave to us.
Many people were in the midst of their daily activities. Some took breaks as we passed to speak briefly or just stare. Some people carried in their arms, but typically loads would be placed on their heads. We passed women and children carrying buckets of water a couple times. People of all ages were walking "alongside" us, many quite faster. The girl in the above photo paced herself with us instead of going quickly about her day. At the point where she would veer off, she waited for all of us to pass her before running down her own path.
The men above are working diligently to widen the current path into a road which could be passable by large trucks in hopes that they will be able to receive a relief distribution of some nature. The road is just soil and rocks filling in the low spots. Their efforts were quite evident and yet the path was still rather uneven (what else can you expect though).
When we left the demonstration forest, these two youngsters were approaching us on the path and stopped to sit in the shade of the "picturesque" erosion tree.
The love of bright colors is seen in clothes and kays (houses). In the tiny front yard of this home, the family has used a tarp to create an enclosed space. Given the conversations I have had with many others, chances are this family now sleeps under this tarp tent each night instead of risking an aftershock indoors.
Men work vigorously together to create trenches in the side of the mountain for irrigation and plant security from the rains and subsequent erosion/mudslides. I observed the men timing the swings of their picks to hit the dirt simultaneously. I noted similar actions with each working group we passed.
A young man riding a donkey. He came up the mountain behind us as we returned from the demonstration forest to the truck. He appeared to be heading home, as he stopped as a house. However I could not deduce where he had been or for what purpose.
Children are often the most interested and excited to see a group of blans walking. We did not receive as much attention on our hike out as we did during the walk in, but there were a few stragglers.
One of the things I have quickly learned is that if children are willing to pose for a picture, they love looking at the image on your camera afterwards. These two children had followed us a short distance to watch us in our progression. I stopped briefly to show them the pictures I had taken of them to which I was rewarded with even more smiles.
Monday, April 12, 2010
a small taste of the states
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
This morning Nicole and Sophie took Leanna, Alexis, and I up to CODEP's demonstration forest in the mountains for the first time. Although I had been here for 6 weeks I still had not made it to this "highly acclaimed" place. Clement and Mimi drove us up the mountain roughly a half hour. We turned left off the road to Jacmel onto a small side road whose purpose I was debating. There were a few little street vendors forming a mini-market where one could buy some fresh fruits, oil, pasta, and soap from what I saw. Clement parked the truck at the entrance to a dirt road, and we all exited the vehicle.
Mimi stayed with the truck, while Clement led us on our hike. We were stopped some along the way by people wanting to chat ...some small talk, others with purpose (such as expressing the desire to become part of CODEP). We paced ourselves so that we could enjoy the view and fully appreciate the overall experience.
The first picture was the view to our right (a relatively eastern look based on the sun) between two palm trees as we left the small market behind and after we passed by a tent camp. The picture on the right was a view to our left a short distance beyond that which shows the work the people of CODEP have been so diligently completing. The far left mountains in the picture show a 10 year old forest we visited. To the right, center of the photo, you may be able to identify the 2 year old forest as well.
The above left photo shows a man tending a horse. There aren't many options in this area, and he appeared to be using one of the few available trees for a little relief from the sun. As you can see, it is a little light on the top and doesn't offer much shade. We walked for about an hour before we came to the tree on the right side above. This tree is a great illustration of the amount of erosion which occurs regularly without the presence of many trees and their root systems to provide support to the soil. The 10 year old demonstration forest can be seen in the background of this picture.
Once we stepped into the forest, the difference was amazing. Honestly the forest was so similar to those in the states that I could almost forget I was still in Haiti. The smells of the soil and earth were different ...more musty and less arid. The sounds of birds chirping stood out while we were still a half mile away. I had Leanna take a picture of me inside the forest while we stopped to enjoy the cooler temperatures and lack of beating sun. On our way back to the truck, the mountain views were different due to the sun shifting positions in the sky. I felt you may appreciate the beauty as much as I do.
This morning Nicole and Sophie took Leanna, Alexis, and I up to CODEP's demonstration forest in the mountains for the first time. Although I had been here for 6 weeks I still had not made it to this "highly acclaimed" place. Clement and Mimi drove us up the mountain roughly a half hour. We turned left off the road to Jacmel onto a small side road whose purpose I was debating. There were a few little street vendors forming a mini-market where one could buy some fresh fruits, oil, pasta, and soap from what I saw. Clement parked the truck at the entrance to a dirt road, and we all exited the vehicle.
Mimi stayed with the truck, while Clement led us on our hike. We were stopped some along the way by people wanting to chat ...some small talk, others with purpose (such as expressing the desire to become part of CODEP). We paced ourselves so that we could enjoy the view and fully appreciate the overall experience.
The first picture was the view to our right (a relatively eastern look based on the sun) between two palm trees as we left the small market behind and after we passed by a tent camp. The picture on the right was a view to our left a short distance beyond that which shows the work the people of CODEP have been so diligently completing. The far left mountains in the picture show a 10 year old forest we visited. To the right, center of the photo, you may be able to identify the 2 year old forest as well.
The above left photo shows a man tending a horse. There aren't many options in this area, and he appeared to be using one of the few available trees for a little relief from the sun. As you can see, it is a little light on the top and doesn't offer much shade. We walked for about an hour before we came to the tree on the right side above. This tree is a great illustration of the amount of erosion which occurs regularly without the presence of many trees and their root systems to provide support to the soil. The 10 year old demonstration forest can be seen in the background of this picture.
Once we stepped into the forest, the difference was amazing. Honestly the forest was so similar to those in the states that I could almost forget I was still in Haiti. The smells of the soil and earth were different ...more musty and less arid. The sounds of birds chirping stood out while we were still a half mile away. I had Leanna take a picture of me inside the forest while we stopped to enjoy the cooler temperatures and lack of beating sun. On our way back to the truck, the mountain views were different due to the sun shifting positions in the sky. I felt you may appreciate the beauty as much as I do.
paradoxical realities
Monday, March 29, 2010
During a conversation this evening with Nicole, Mike, Leanna, and Alexis, the young women were sharing with us some observations they had made during their time in Haiti. One of their comments reflected my own personal thoughts about life here. Life here can be seen from two vastly different lenses at any given moment. Dichotomies appear to be everywhere, yet merge into a reality in which people live. Nature itself represents these elements which play out in the people's daily lives.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive.
One can look around and see all of this. Some people choose to only see the good. Others can only seem to see the bad. The reality of life in Haiti is both. Interwoven, together, always present. For me, the idea comes down to a matter of perspective. I cut out a quote yesterday from a magazine that essentially said no matter how bad things get, I am grateful to know that I can always focus on the positive. It seems to me that is how many Haitians approach life.
I am still in awe of the vast richness of colors everywhere I go. Even the dirt seems to be more vibrant and life-giving, but that same dirt creates mudslides when mixed with rain that takes lives every year. Similar statements can be made about the water and mountains. The children I see every day could get minor cuts that turn into severe infections that result in loss of limb or life because adequate medical attention is not available or affordable.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive. Just to name a few.
During a conversation this evening with Nicole, Mike, Leanna, and Alexis, the young women were sharing with us some observations they had made during their time in Haiti. One of their comments reflected my own personal thoughts about life here. Life here can be seen from two vastly different lenses at any given moment. Dichotomies appear to be everywhere, yet merge into a reality in which people live. Nature itself represents these elements which play out in the people's daily lives.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive.
One can look around and see all of this. Some people choose to only see the good. Others can only seem to see the bad. The reality of life in Haiti is both. Interwoven, together, always present. For me, the idea comes down to a matter of perspective. I cut out a quote yesterday from a magazine that essentially said no matter how bad things get, I am grateful to know that I can always focus on the positive. It seems to me that is how many Haitians approach life.
I am still in awe of the vast richness of colors everywhere I go. Even the dirt seems to be more vibrant and life-giving, but that same dirt creates mudslides when mixed with rain that takes lives every year. Similar statements can be made about the water and mountains. The children I see every day could get minor cuts that turn into severe infections that result in loss of limb or life because adequate medical attention is not available or affordable.
Beauty and harshness. Vibrant and deadly. Joy and pain. Alive and survive. Just to name a few.
directions in English
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Leanna, Alexis, and I went for another walk after church. They were searching for shells and interesting finds on the beach to take back to Pittsburgh with them. These walks had become somewhat routine. I would spend some time looking with them, but often found myself engaged in conversation with someone on the beach. Regularly Pierre Richard would join us and continue his conversation about me needing a husband and when I would be getting one. For me, practicing Kreyol was useful no matter what we were discussing. As the conversations continued, I realized how I was slowly building my vocabulary and therefore my ability to better express myself as well as understand slightly more complex sentence structure. Trust me, the learning is SLOW ...but well worth the time and effort.
I have also come to cherish the time on the beach because it's one of the few ways I have to build relationships with people around here. If I stay on the compound, I don't really need to learn any Kreyol. I wouldn't practice Kreyol. I wouldn't interact with Haitians much, if ever. As I identified the need and desire within myself to embrace my reality here, I found myself becoming more adventerous and looking for opportunities to interact with people. Pierre Richard, Rubenson, Keshare, Jedson, Nelson, and Kenya are a few of the Bibliotec children who I have noticed seek me some in their own ways while I am walking. Chilene, Jubert, Marilan, and Roostania are a few of the teenagers who wish to speak with me ...some prefer to practice their English and others are interested in helping me learn Kreyol.
When Leanna, Alexia, and I returned to the compound with our wares for the day, Mike asked us if we would be interested in helping a lady put up a tent. This lady lives right below the church we attend. She has only one leg (the other was lost before the earthquake, but I don't know the details), and someone gave her a tent to sleep in. The problem she was experiencing was that the instructions were in English (just like with the larger school tents were erected). The three of us agreed and walked over with Mr. Paul (the older gentleman who maintains the compound property). The woman was there, holding a baby on her leg, watching a couple guys around my age as they cleared the area of rocks and swept the dirt flat.
The tent was a little camper. Most Americans could probably put it up without having to do anything but glance at the instructions. We were able to get it up in about 15 minutes and that time included my poor attempts at explaining what we were doing to the one guy who helped us. It also counts the time we spent trying to get the stakes pushed into the ground as we encountered a few rocks here and there. The woman said thanks with her smile and words.
Walking back across the street, my thoughts were focused on the numbers of people still without covering. Those who do have covering mostly have a tarp, tent, or sheet. Rainy season normally starts in March. The summer brings tropical storms and hurricanes. How are these structures going to protect people? The structures that existed before the earthquake on January 12th were not ideal hurricane protection. Some of those homes were roofed with coconut or banana leaves woven together. That didn't always offer protection from the rain which results in the dirt floors becoming mud. Knowing how bad things were before doesn't make the knowledge that things are worse now any better.
Leanna, Alexis, and I went for another walk after church. They were searching for shells and interesting finds on the beach to take back to Pittsburgh with them. These walks had become somewhat routine. I would spend some time looking with them, but often found myself engaged in conversation with someone on the beach. Regularly Pierre Richard would join us and continue his conversation about me needing a husband and when I would be getting one. For me, practicing Kreyol was useful no matter what we were discussing. As the conversations continued, I realized how I was slowly building my vocabulary and therefore my ability to better express myself as well as understand slightly more complex sentence structure. Trust me, the learning is SLOW ...but well worth the time and effort.
I have also come to cherish the time on the beach because it's one of the few ways I have to build relationships with people around here. If I stay on the compound, I don't really need to learn any Kreyol. I wouldn't practice Kreyol. I wouldn't interact with Haitians much, if ever. As I identified the need and desire within myself to embrace my reality here, I found myself becoming more adventerous and looking for opportunities to interact with people. Pierre Richard, Rubenson, Keshare, Jedson, Nelson, and Kenya are a few of the Bibliotec children who I have noticed seek me some in their own ways while I am walking. Chilene, Jubert, Marilan, and Roostania are a few of the teenagers who wish to speak with me ...some prefer to practice their English and others are interested in helping me learn Kreyol.
When Leanna, Alexia, and I returned to the compound with our wares for the day, Mike asked us if we would be interested in helping a lady put up a tent. This lady lives right below the church we attend. She has only one leg (the other was lost before the earthquake, but I don't know the details), and someone gave her a tent to sleep in. The problem she was experiencing was that the instructions were in English (just like with the larger school tents were erected). The three of us agreed and walked over with Mr. Paul (the older gentleman who maintains the compound property). The woman was there, holding a baby on her leg, watching a couple guys around my age as they cleared the area of rocks and swept the dirt flat.
The tent was a little camper. Most Americans could probably put it up without having to do anything but glance at the instructions. We were able to get it up in about 15 minutes and that time included my poor attempts at explaining what we were doing to the one guy who helped us. It also counts the time we spent trying to get the stakes pushed into the ground as we encountered a few rocks here and there. The woman said thanks with her smile and words.
Walking back across the street, my thoughts were focused on the numbers of people still without covering. Those who do have covering mostly have a tarp, tent, or sheet. Rainy season normally starts in March. The summer brings tropical storms and hurricanes. How are these structures going to protect people? The structures that existed before the earthquake on January 12th were not ideal hurricane protection. Some of those homes were roofed with coconut or banana leaves woven together. That didn't always offer protection from the rain which results in the dirt floors becoming mud. Knowing how bad things were before doesn't make the knowledge that things are worse now any better.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
cleanup and organize
Thursday and Friday, March 25-26, 2010
Because Leanna and Alexis were here, Nicole suggested I work with them for a couple days helping them to cleanup and organize the old classroom space which we had not gotten to yet. The classroom had been used previously as space for the beach children for Bibliotec, but Nicole had re-designed that time so that we no longer needed the indoor space. Still though, we needed to clean and re-organize the supplies because everything was a mess from the earthquake still and because we wanted to have a clear sense of our current "inventory."
The other room on which we worked had been storage for some time. Organizing and condensing were our main goals as we inventoried the variety of donated items in this space. Leanna, Alexis, and I had some good laughs about some of the items that had been given to CODEP for people. Sometimes one just is left wondering what people were thinking when they made the donations, such as a thick fleece winter hat and sweatpants. Other items are things that I assume were given as what I'd call "nice extras" but truly aren't needed (like compact mirrors and special hair clips).
We were successful in labeling and organizing the materials. We found some donated reuseable totes and bags that we can use for redistribution of seeds and hygiene goods in upcoming weeks. We also located a bunch of school supplies which we think we'll be able to give out to schools once they re-commence. Now the rooms are available for trainings, meetings, or even just indoor space to re-organize tools or supplies brought here by visiting groups.
For me it was especially nice to spend time on a visible, concrete task while enjoying the opportunity to have conversation with people my own age about a variety of topics. In some ways these dialogues were similar to some during college, but from my current perspective as life continues to change.
Friday, April 2, 2010
banana leaf pots
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Guito led a lesson in Bibliotec about how to create banana leaf pots in which to plant. Banana leaf pots are completely natural and can be used for starter plants. They can then be planted in the ground as the pot begins to break down. Actually banana leaf pots are not even made from banana leafs, but from the bark-like stem of the plant. 
There was not enough space for everyone, so only half of the group could work at a time. The first bunch listened to Guito's instructions on how to properly arrange the leaves around the empty can. Guito made a pot alongside of the children. Between watching and following directions, the banana leaf pots were carefully formed. 
Some of the children had made banana leaf pots before and just needed reminders as they worked, but other children were constructing their very first one. Guito was very encouraging as he worked with the youth to provide clear and helpful hints as they worked diligently. Per the norm, smiles and joking occurred throughout the activity as the children took pride in their efforts. Excitement over the creations fueled their desire to finish the project well.
Guito led a lesson in Bibliotec about how to create banana leaf pots in which to plant. Banana leaf pots are completely natural and can be used for starter plants. They can then be planted in the ground as the pot begins to break down. Actually banana leaf pots are not even made from banana leafs, but from the bark-like stem of the plant.The children had learned during a previous lesson with Guito what they would need to create these pots and had brought the necessary "leaves" to him ahead of time so that he could dry them for the children. The children claimed leaves and a place on the work table to begin.
Some of the youth initially preferred working along, but others sought out help from those around them immediately. Within minutes of beginning, we were all lending helping hands to assist in completing the different stages. Two of the teenagers who were milling about outside the gate even joined us. They seemed to enjoy the task as much as younger 
kids.
kids.
Some of the children had made banana leaf pots before and just needed reminders as they worked, but other children were constructing their very first one. Guito was very encouraging as he worked with the youth to provide clear and helpful hints as they worked diligently. Per the norm, smiles and joking occurred throughout the activity as the children took pride in their efforts. Excitement over the creations fueled their desire to finish the project well.The second bunch of children watched and waited for their chance to begin making their banana leaf pots. They helped their peers at times, and anticipated the upcoming opportunity.
We will continue working with Guito to have him instruct the children on how to plant something in these pots, which are all natural materials (the can is just a form which is removed at the end) and can be placed directly into the ground as the plant continues to grow. We have not yet decided on what to plant with the children but considering meringa, malibar spinach, and mangoes primarily because of the nutritional value and the frequency of use in Haiti.
I'm sorry that I don't have a picture of the finished product to show you. Hopefully I will remember to take my camera on the day we actually plant. (And no, I did not make my own ...but I do know how if I ever decide to try it.)
We will continue working with Guito to have him instruct the children on how to plant something in these pots, which are all natural materials (the can is just a form which is removed at the end) and can be placed directly into the ground as the plant continues to grow. We have not yet decided on what to plant with the children but considering meringa, malibar spinach, and mangoes primarily because of the nutritional value and the frequency of use in Haiti.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
new school buildings
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
During breakfast, I was invited to join Mike and a couple of the team members in their efforts to set-up a tent in the mountains for Pastor Duress who leads Silhoe school. He had obtained the tent the day before and asked Mike for some help in getting them up since the directions were all in English.
When we arrived at the site, Pastor Duress was not present yet. However there were a couple children who followed us up and were watching what we were doing. Once Pastor arrived, we were able to begin the process of gathering the supplies from a secure building and pulled them outside to get started. The children who had been watching us arrive with our tools and boards, quickly volunteered to help us by joining the relay line as we passed the tent stakes and poles out the door of the small building where we could better see what we had and where we were able to spread everything out to organize it all.
As you can see below the children congregated around us as we worked. Because we were erecting the tent on the remaining concrete slab, Mike had to determine a different way to secure the tent to the ground. Obviously we couldn't just push the stakes into the ground as intended. We placed the rope ends on a board (two to a short 2x4) and drilled into the concrete to then screw the boards tightly to the concrete.
Teamwork helped the task move more quickly, especially once everyone understood the details of what we were doing and when. After we finished getting the tent up, Pastor Duress served us coffee and finger-bread (named thus because of its shape). We enjoyed the offerings as we sat on benches under some tarps and discussed the morning's efforts. Once we finished with the break, Mike informed us that we had another tent exactly the same to construct. We helped the Haitians move the benches and tarps so that we could use the second concrete slab as the floor.
The second tent construction moved faster and more smoothly despite having to alter the lengths of some poles to make it possible to erect the tent where Pastor Duress desired. People knew the general plan and were able to anticipate the next step more easily. While waiting for the alterations to occur, I spent time talking with and taking pictures of the youth who had been helping and watching our efforts.
Once we finished raising the ridge pole, the children began playing games inside the second tent. Pastor Duress serves us diri blan and sous pwa (white rice and bean sauce) as well as cool drinks to express his appreciation for our help that morning.
According to the education meetings that Nicole has been attending, school is scheduled to re-commence on April 5th. Having a space to escape some of the elements is just one of the many needs to be addressed for this goal to be accomplish. However the children are excited for school starting again soon. You can see their celebration below as well as both tents that now stand where a concrete school structure once did.
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