One friend asked me what I thought was a crazy question last week while another friend made an unusual observation. Both commented on the appearance of a new love and passion present in my writings home, leading to curiousity of newfound love in my life.
"Did you find some boy in Haiti or something?", one friend asked.
"You sound as though you are in love", another observed.
Another friend wrote with worry, noting that she knew in her heart that I have become "Haitian" in heart and she was not wanting to lose from her Canadian family.
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Love, defined as a warm attachment, enthusiam or devotion, is hard to explain. It is hard to encapsulate such intense emotions in simple terms. And, it is hard to imagine feeling such depths of emotion as this.
God has given me a very unexpected love in an unimagined package - A small island country with such contradictions within ... A nation so destroyed by its past but so hopeful and determined, a people so poor in finances but rich in spirt and strength.
The greatest love of my life did not arrive in the package of a tall, dark and handsome man OR that of a short, balding and musical man - But in the form of a people and place called Haiti - And they have swept me completely off my feet.
Having experienced crushes, lust and all sorts of desire, but unable to ever admit to finding love, I can now say I have. It is so amazingly incredible - indescribable - which explains why I often have so much trouble writing about this place. I cannot find words BIG enough or great enough to capture my Haiti or the emotions experienced on a daily basis.
As strange as it sounds, I am so thankful for this gift from God. Had I already found love and marriage through all the traditional channels, I know that I would never have found this great love of my life.
A thought which now seems unimaginable.
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I love the people encountered here on a daily basis, full of an unmatched joy and determination.
I love mangoes, fried plantains, Haitian eggs and rice and beans.
I love the Haitian night - A shade of black that we have never seen in our North American skies - A darkness that can hide a person within it.
And, it's funny how none of that other stuff seems to matter - Rats, Cockroaches, bucket baths and sweltering heat - When you love something so very much.
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