perspective

“I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.” -Z. Fitzgerald

These past couple days have been lined with introspection… resolutions, prayers for Haiti, thoughts of a 2011.

Justin and I spent a good part of the afternoon praying in the hills behind our base. It’s a quiet place to go and collect our thoughts and to have a grander view of the region surrounding us. You can see the ocean in the near distance, and the expanse of the hills that shape the coast line here. I always think what potential Haiti must have had at some point decades before, for tourism, for recreation. It’s been damaged almost beyond repair now.. the harshness of dictatorships and squandering of physical and natural resources have all but consumed it.

It is in these hills that I can hear my heart the clearest. I haven’t found much time lately to be quiet, to listen, to get past the noise of the generators. It’s a bit of a hike to get to the top, with no clear marked trail. But the reward is solitude and more importantly, perspective.