Wednesday, December 22, 2004


Pignon, Haiti...a mountain top view! Posted by Hello

Real Haitian Christmas Tree Posted by Hello

Preparations for Christmas

How does one celebrate in the developing world? Quite well, actually. My children really wanted a Christmas tree, so I sent a helper up the mountain to chop down a few branches. After that I let the kids and their friends loose on decorating it with fairly good effect. The most important part was the fun they had in decorating it...see the photo.

Actually most people here celebrate with FOOD and lots of church services. Several area churches are having concerts and contatas, very similar to the rest of the world. It's just a little more challenging with electricity issues, finding fuel, etc., etc. But we do appreciate it more.
Tomorrow night we're having a school staff party and all the professors are excited. I hope it is a time of encouragement for them with the mass quantities of food being provided.
So the bottom line, things are pretty much the same here, just more complicated in one sense and simpler in another. We don't have the distractions of gifts & malls & pressures of shopping. That is probably the best gift of all. Merry Christmas ya'll.

Sunday, December 19, 2004


Images from my world....Pignon, Haiti Posted by Hello

Where does one start?

How does one start with a thing like this? Sometime I'll get around to telling how I got to this place in my life . . .but I guess for now I'll just say I am enjoying where I'm at.
I'm someone who has the chance to live across many cultural lines and see the priviledge of being able to see what's important and what's not.
In the past week I flew from the richest country in the world (U.S.) to one of the poorest (Haiti). Talk about contrasts. Yet, it's good to be here.
Monday afternoon, my sister-in-law wanted to give me an early birthday present of a "spa" treatment. It was definitely an unusual experience for me but great fun. I was lying in a tub of perfumed bath water feeling like Bathsheeba under lights set to resemble stars. Afterwards, sauna and foot reflexology followed. I don't even know how I managed to walk out of there, I was so relaxed.
Yet, less than 24 hours later, I'm disembarking a 50 year old plane which just landed on a grass airstrip about 800 miles away. Surrounded by hundreds of dark children who haven't seen a bathtub in their lifetime let alone this month, I smiled remembering what fun the experience was, but still glad to be back "home" under the glaring sun and blowing dust.
Expect more contrasts like this from my story and my life. . .
and strangely, it's all true....