Writer. Mom. Daydreamer. Dog's Best Friend.
From the moment I began to prepare to leave Haiti for the last time, I began dreaming of returning. What is it about that “land of mountains” that seeps into one’s soul? It has been four years, but I haven’t stopped dreaming. Most of all, I dream about going to Fond du Blanc, the area of my daughters’ births.
Ellen, doesn’t dream it. She lives it.
Occasionally, when I think that I can withstand the ache the photos from her blog stir in my heart, I venture over to take a peak. Recently, on one such excursion, I was rewarded lavishly by photos of a community test garden she helped organize. As a gardener, I was fascinated. As a mother of two little girls who were desperately hungry once in that area of Haiti, I wept at the pictures of her harvest.
Way to go Ellen. God bless you. Perhaps, someday my dream will come true and I will find myself digging in your garden.
M’ ka kwe sa… (I can dream it…)