Those returning to the US from Haiti had a final, amazing, dust filled truck ride to the airport - this time passing the shell of the National Cathedral which seemed to bless our journey. We saw a pick up truck had gone off the road on the wide bend just before the airport and was lying on its side in a tent within the tent city. A large crowd had gathered....
Our 9:45am flight to Santo Domingo was delayed until 1:30 pm. We presume the plane required de-icing in Santo Domingo. Mark assumed the role of Emilio- resulting in $60 dollars in food vouchers. We recommend a lunch of Prestige and french fries on your next visit there.
We parted reluctantly with Mark and Phyllis in Santo Domingo as they headed for JFK. Tom, Beth, and Ken from Acton and Anne from West Boylston landed uneventfully at Logan with a new appreciation for airport efficiency. We were pooped. I am grateful to our Acton friends for the ride to Acton. And I am grateful for the partner who met me there - and for the winter coat he brought (Thanks Jonathan!!!)
I have washed my black and yellow daypack. I have washed myself. Neither of us now look like we have been to Haiti.
It is raining and 50 degrees here in West Boylston. The snow has melted a foot. The woodstove is bright and warm. The quiet is very loud. I am drinking a cup of tea. My mind is in Haiti.
I wonder what seeds we have sown and what seeds have been sown in us. I don't pretend to know where all this will lead, but do know that I am most grateful for the heightened sensitivity to the issue of unintended consequences.
And I am honored to have served with each and every one of you. May our paths cross. Blessed be.
Anne Parsons Marchant
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