When I visit another country, it is the terrain of the heart I most long to explore. What do people value, fear, hope? It is the majesty of the human soul in its myriad global expressions that captivates me.
The first time I visited a culture far from home, I felt like I was watching shadows through a thick pane of glass. I struggled to unravel accents, motives, subtleties of humor. But soon I realized it was only my own fear that created the barrier. As presumptions fell away in real flesh-and-blood interactions, I realized our tears carried the same salt and our deepest longings for love and belonging reverberated from one heart to another.
Six months after visiting Haiti, it is the simple moments of peoples’ day-to-day lives that echo in my memories – the all-consuming daily pursuit of water, textures of crumbling walls, stalks of corn glittering in late day sun, the shy smile of a child. It is the glimpses of peoples’ hearts amidst their ordinary pursuits that haunts me, and calls me back for further exploration.
Below are some of favorite images from Haiti not included in other posts (click images to view larger):
2 thoughts on “Still Thinking about Haiti”
Beautiful pictures and beautiful words! Both speak to my soul. I would just love to be in the last picture.
Thank you Teresa! The last photo was taken on a beautiful afternoon in rural Haiti – one of those moments when I wondered if I was dreaming. It was such a privilege to be there….