Standing on a floating dock, I stare down into the clear aqua water at a Haitian beach - an unreal world in an unreal world. I struggle to find myself in the beauty and solitude of this new Haitian context. Closing my eyes, I dive into the water, imagining myself diving off the dock into the lake in north western Ontario, my summer morning ritual. Once again I feel grounded, connected with a part of me I still recognize.
We just came back from a few days at the beach with our international and local staff - all 70 of us. We were a noisy, boisterous bunch. There was alot of laughing, singing, and playing - a much needed release for those who had lost family members and homes in the earthquake. We even managed to take advantage of the beautiful setting to slip in a wedding. Considering they had been married for 24 years, there was no question about commitment!
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