Loving Haiti Hurts

I have been dying to get back to Haiti for quite some time but haven't felt right about leaving Finn yet. I originally thought that by January I would go but then I still didn't feel right about it. Yesterday I finally decided that I am ready to go and will be going the last week of February. I felt totally happy, at peace, and excited. I couldn't wait to get to Haiti. My friend Mary and my nephew Adam were committed to going and felt as excited as I did.

This morning I received an e-mail from my friend Nisthone. He thanked me profusely for a small amount of money that I sent him as an advancement on some artwork he is doing for Haitian Roots. I told him that I can't wait to see him in February. He promised that he and all of his craftsmen would be working hard to get the artwork complete.

A few hours later the largest earthquake in the history of the area hit Port au Prince. 7.0 magnitude. Horrendous. Devastating. Disastrous. Catastrophic. Very few details are known yet. There is no electricity in Port au Prince. Almost all communication is down. CNN is getting most of their reports from a few photos that have been able to get posted to Facebook and tweet pic. They look something like this:Faces of the people I love keep swirling through my mind. It is now total darkness but there are screams. Every once in awhile a cheer will erupt as somebody has been rescued from the rubble. My children my children my children. I am so so sick. I had all kinds of things I was ready to post--happy and good and fun things. But now I cannot breathe and the thoughts and perhaps some of the actual energy from those in the middle of the suffering is suffocating me.