A spirited echo of laughter subtly navigates the MIA terminal, a rare pairing amidst the usual savor of Cuban pastries and Guatemalan coffee grinds. The Miami morning air already on the rise, alive with an eager humidity that seems to have silently escaped from the half empty bags of Antiguan coffee beans.
One wakes up to the lowering of landing gear as its shudder spreads throughout the plane like the splinters of a cracked windshield. Stepping out of the 747, the swirl of greetings, the rush of hot air and the vibrant urban landscape offer a firm embrace laced with a raw emotion that is seemingly inappropriate for a first encounter.
Minutes later, while walking through Port-au-Prince trying to chase the breeze as it navigates through the colorful chaos, I notice a leaf dancing around its branch in a whimsical struggle. Suddenly the leaf sits still, suspended in victory, before falling in freedom.
Haiti.
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Working with Fonkoze, Haiti’s Alternative Bank for the Organized Poor.
1 comment:
Chase,
What a picture you have painted thus far! I would love to be included in the list of those receiving your blog in order to continue to journey along with you. Sounds as if you are witnessing the substance of life that is raw and close to the ground. Quite a different lens through which to see humanity. Be safe and well. love, Donna
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