August Update

The month of August has gone quickly and has been filled with many graces and blessings.  I spent time in New Jersey visiting the Marianites who live there.  That was followed by a wonderful eight day directed retreat at St. Mary By the Sea in Cape May Point.  I had the opportunity to visit with sisters from my previous congregation and connect with friends in the Philadelphia area.  Ten days were then spent in Rhode Island with family and friends there.  This year I was especially blessed that my twin sister and I were able to celebrate our birthday together.  This last weekend of the month was spent in prayer and community with several sisters in preparation for the transfer of my and another sister's vows into the Marianites of Holy Cross.  How grateful I am to have so many people in my life who are so supportive and whom I care about deeply and for all of the experiences I have had this month and in my life.

Prior to my first experience in Haiti, the song, Lord You Have Come resonated within my heart as I prepared for mission (see http://kmnhaiti.blogspot.com/2010/06/seek-other-shores.html.)  The first weekend I was in New Jersey when I attended a parish liturgy, the last day of retreat, the Sunday I attended liturgy at the provincilate of the Sisters of the Holy Redeemer, as well as the Sunday I attended mass at St. Veronica's in Narragansett, that song was sung (only once was there a possibility that the musician choose the song because I was there and she knew the significance.)  It is a song that continues to play in my heart as I am challenged once again to "seek other shores."
In less than a month I will be in Haiti.  The coming weeks will be for preparing to finalize the transfer of my religious vows, and preparing for Haiti.  I have much to look forward to, and much to be grateful for.     Thank you to everyone who is supportive of me in any way and Thanks be to God.  Mesi Bon Dye!  

Transitions and Changes

Once again, I find myself in the midst of major transitions.  Thursday will be my last day at Covenant House New Orleans.    I am grateful for the experiences I gained, the people I met, the opportunity to have worked at a place that has a mission which resonate with my own, and for all that I learned in my two years there.   As I have enjoyed my work there and will miss many residents and coworkers, it is sad to leave.  At the same time, I am really looking forward to visiting with my Marianite Sisters in New Jersey, going on retreat, visiting with my Holy Redeemer sisters and friends, and then spending time with my family.  This year for the first time in several, my twin sister and I will be celebrating our birthday together!  After vacation, I will return to New Orleans to prepare for the transfer of my vows in mid September.  In late September I will leave for Haiti.  I have so much to look forward to!      

I have made a few changes to this blog.  Often people ask me if I need anything for Haiti, so i decided to post a wish list.  These are not things that I really need, but rather items that I would like to obtain which will likely be useful when doing play therapy with the children at the orphanage in Haiti, and they can fit in a suitcase.  There is also now an easy way to sign up to receive this blog in your email when it is updated.  If you have any suggestions for how to improve this blog please let me know. Thank you!      

Many Blessings!    

  

        

Preparations

In preparing to go to Haiti, I have taken some steps to improve my language abilities.  Haiti Hub was one of the first resources I used to begin to learn Creole, and so I returned to that website.  Now there are on-line modules and the program is no longer free, as it was four years ago when I took an on line class via Skype.  It is well worth the price.  I was able to work through the modules with greater confidence and ease then I had taking the Skype class four years ago.  I an now even considered a "Haiti Hub All Star."  The modules helped me to relearn some forgotten words and to identify mistakes I was making routinely.  A few months ago I was able to download for free the entire Haitian Creole New Testament, available on Amazon.com.  When I am running on the tread mill or through the streets of New Orleans I am often listening.   I can exercise, pray and practice my Creole listening comprehension all at the same time; what could be better than that!  

When I was at a play therapy conference here in New Orleans a few months ago, and won a door prize for a gift certificate towards a portion of the price of a weekend long play therapy training called Camp Playmore, I asked my congregation if  I would be able to go.  I actually expected that the answer would be "no," given the travel and other costs since the training was in Arizona.  The leadership team said "yes" supporting the fact that it would help to prepare me to again work with younger children in Haiti.  Last Thursday I flew to Phoenix and took a shuttle to Sedona Arizona.  I had never been that far west before and was amazed at the landscape.  Never had I seen such red rocks,  mountains of such varied shape, or  tall cactus.  My words can not possibly do justice to the beauty I witnessed.  I was not sure what to expect.  One of the two presenters was the speaker during one day at the Louisiana Play Therapy conference here in New Orleans last March, but other than that everyone was a complete stranger when I arrived on Thursday night.  By Sunday I felt grateful for having met some gifted, wonderfully supportive, and amazing play therapists who despite the brevity of knowing them I would now dare to call friends.  The conversations and activities inspired me and energized me.  I truly believe that God wanted me to attend Camp Playmore and to meet the people I encountered.  During the past week at Covenant House, I found myself using some ideas I had received during the workshop and somehow felt a little freer and more confident in my clinical work with clients, as a result of those days.  Now I find myself feeling even more excited about going to Haiti and working with younger children once again.  

While I was in the airport Sunday afternoon, people were gathered around a large television by a restaurant cheering because America was playing in the World Cup.  I smiled and remembered that when I was studying Creole in Miami four years ago, classmates were running to a student lounge area to check the football scores during breaks.  One again I am preparing to go to Haiti while the world is watching the Wold Cup.  I wonder where I will be the next time the World Cup is played??  M pa konnen (I don't know.)  

I will try to update this once a month until I arrive in Haiti at which point my goal will be weekly updates assuming that internet connections are available and cooperative.     I hope you are enjoying the summer.  Take care!        

M pral tounen!

It has been over a year since I updated this blog and over four years since I wrote the first entry.  This blog has so far included my preparation for Haiti, my experience in Haiti, and re-entry, the process of returning and re-adjusting to life in the United States.  Life is cyclical.  Now another cycle begins. The story continues, as I am now once again in the process of preparing to be missioned to Haiti.    

In September, I will most likely complete the transfer process and profess my vows as a Marianite of Holy Cross and soon after that I will travel to Haiti, si Dye vle (if God wants, that was one of the first phrases I learned when studying Haitian Creole in Miami see the post from July 3, 2010.)  The three Holy Cross women's congregations are  committed to collaborating with one another.  The Sisters of Holy Cross have sisters in Haiti and apparently there is a need for a clinical social worker to provide services at their orphanage and high school in Cap Haitian.  So, I continue my journey trying as always to listen to the voice of God in my heart and in the needs of the world. Always trying to say yes, and remain open to go wherever the Spirit seems to be leading me.  It seems that Spirit is leading me back to Haiti, but I am not going to the same place, at the same time, or in the same exact circumstances.  

Even if I were to go back to the same place, it would not be the same; I know that much has changed there.  Just today I saw on Facebook that the older children (at St. Louie) in NPH's Father Wasson Angles of Light program have finally moved into houses.  When I first arrived in Haiti the older children were in the process of moving from tents into converted shipping containers.  I am so happy to see that they are finally living in real houses!  Here is the link to on-line photos showing the blessing of the new houses. https://plus.google.com/photos/111190824747486463657/albums/6006672697167819409?banner=pwa 

So to anyone who might actually be reading this, especially if you happen to be reading it from beginning to now, it may seem redundant that I am again writing about preparing to go to Haiti, and some general themes could possibly be repeated at some point, yet  it will not be the same.  Let us see how the story unfolds... It is in God's hands.  I will do my best to keep the blog up to date, for anyone who might be interested and for myself to look back on from time to time. Writing this blog and reading it helps me to remember and make sense of my journey, to see patterns and recognize gifts that sometimes only become clearer with the passing of time.

  

"Rentry" Workshop: From Mission to Mission

Last weekend I attended the From Mission to Mission weekend workshop which was held in New Jersey.  From Mission to Mission is an organization that supports people who return to the United States after an experience as a missioner or volunteer.  It was a gift to meet people who have served in places as varied as Micronesia, Honduras, Libya and Appalachia and to hear their stories.  Having an opportunity to tell the story to my experience in Haiti to people who listened well and understood was a very freeing experience.  As I spoke I recalled events, people, details that I had not given thought to recently even though not a day has gone by when I have not thought about Haiti.  It seemed that as soon as I finished speaking about the most challenging parts like Cholera and the deaths of children, then happier memories would come such as the tender or funny moments with the children, the humor of a Haitian co-worker, the support of the other volunteers, the beautiful aspects of the Haitian culture or the taste of a fresh mango.

It was helpful to be reminded that returning home is sometimes the hardest part of a person's experience.  It was also helpful to acknowledge the difficult aspects of my time in Haiti and how the pain and suffering that surrounded me during those 14 months did effect me.  I feel that some healing took place during the weekend.  I know that I left the weekend feeling freer, lighter and even more grateful than before for having had the opportunity to serve in Haiti.

There were other gifts of the weekend as well.  The day the program started I was able to visit with a couple of Marianite sisters living in New Jersey.  On Sunday morning as the program was ending my parents drove all the way from Rhode Island to see me for a few hours, meet my great aunt and her husband for lunch and then drop me off at the airport.  It was gift to just to be in the north eastern part of the United States during the spring time when the forsythia was blooming.  Meeting the other participants in the program, lay men and women mostly younger than me, who are very committed to service and social justice reminds me that there is so much hope in the church and the world.    

I recommend that anyone returning from a ministry or services experience overseas participate in this program and even those working in domestic volunteer programs consider it.  The program is called From Mission to Mission to acknowledge that mission does not end just because a person has returned home after a service experience in another place.  My mission continues as I strive to love and be of service to those I encounter everyday in my current ministry, community and in life.

If you are interested in learning more about From Mission to Mission here is the link:
http://www.missiontomission.org/index.html
   

A Year later

Exactly one year ago today I said Orevwa to Haiti.  In some ways it seems as though it has been a very long time since I was there, in other ways it feels like I just left, and at times it seems that there is a piece of me that is still there.

  

I had heard in the past that re-entry is often an important often neglected part of the mission experience and that reverse culture shock can be more difficult than culture shock.  These things I would agree with.  My past year has also involved multiple and somewhat complicated transitions, losses, and surprises, disappointments, discoveries and really almost constant change.     

Sometimes I go to the Haitian Creole liturgy here in New Orleans.  A few weeks ago there was a young American woman sitting behind me who I began talking with.  She had spent some time working in Haiti.  Today I met here at a local cafe and we talked for a couple of hours telling of our stories and experiences in Haiti.  They were the kind of stories which only someone who had been there could really understand or appreciate.  It is a gift when I can talk with people who have been there; such connections are energizing and important.  

It is also a gift when I have the chance to pale Kreyol because while I know I have forgotten some, I am making an effort to hold on to a langue I worked so hard to learn.  

I am grateful for the internet and for facebook where I get to see pictures and even an occasional video of the children.  The house which was Kay Ste. Ann was rented by NPH for one year, and now a new home has been built for the children, a brand new Kay St. Ann!  It looks great, at least the pictures I see over the internet make it look wonderful.  Here is a link to a video that NPH posted on facebook a few weeks ago.  The child is one I knew well, but because she has grown so much since I left, and because her name is changed to protect her identity, I did not know it was her at first. I was only completely certain of her identity when I saw the pictures at the very end of this video.  Young children really change a lot in a year.      https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QHGZ0eQe0lI

A few weeks ago I wondered if the children especially because they are so very young would even remember me.  Very soon after I had that thought although I had not told anyone that I had been thinking that, a volunteer wrote on facebook, "A chorus of Ste. Anne kiddos announced to me this morning that you need to come back to Haiti! You are still remembered."  

My experiences have changed my thinking.  A couple of weeks ago there was a possible problem with the water in New Orleans and while the city was testing the tap water we were advised to boil it before drinking.  In some strange way, I felt this was a great reminder that most people in the world do not always have clean drinking water right in their own home.  I had a sense of solidarity, yet was skeptical that the water could have really gotten contaminated to the point of being dangerous; I just could not imagine that the water here could have something as serious as say Cholera. Once it was tested the city said that the water was fine.  Having been in Haiti, also prepared me for the days without electricity and air conditioning resulting from Hurricane Issac.  Sometimes I wish everyone could have an experience like I had in Haiti, and an opportunity to get at least a glimpse of what life is like for many of our brothers and sisters with whom we share this earth.  Sometimes I catch myself acting as though I have lost touch with my own experiences; I hate when I behave like an entitled American.  

It does seem impossible that an entire year has passed.  I am now working at Covenant House New Orleans and enjoying it.  The job I started last winter was really not a good fit for me for a variety of reasons.  I also moved from one local community to another, but on the same property.  I am now beginning to get somewhat settled and am finally emerging from the midst of many major transitions.  

My strongest emotion when I think of my time in Haiti, is gratitude   I am grateful for the experiences  for all the people I met, all that I learned and unlearned, and for all those who were supportive.  

Mesi   Bon Dye,  mesi anpil!   

runny noses

I remember when I first worked at Kay Saint Anne, and one of the babies had a runny nose.  I asked a worker for something to wipe the child's nose, expecting a tissue.  I never did learn the word for tissue in Haitian Creole since we never had any at work.  The worker took the bottom of the little shirt the baby wore and lifted it to the baby's face to wipe the runny nose.  This memory came to me the other day at work, when we were having a baby shower for a coworker.  One of the presents that someone gave to the expectant mother was a battery operated gadget designed to get the snot out of an infant's nose while playing pleasant music.  While someone was seriously commenting on what a practical gift this was, my mind could not help but wander back to Kay St. Anne.  Towards the end of my time in Haiti it became possible to locate toilet paper at Kay St. Anne relatively easily at least on most days, which I did use to wipe children's noses; no batteries needed.

Two years have passed since the earthquake.  Here is a slide show someone from Haiti posted on Facebook the other day, commemorating the 25th anniversary of NPH Haiti, as well as the second anniversary of the earthquake.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmLlwo0PFNQ&feature=share
Enjoy!

Today I had a good time speaking Haitian Creole to a sister who speaks perfect Parisian French, but who could some how, amazingly enough understand my very poor Haitian Creole.  
If you are still reading this despite the fact that I have been back in theUS for three months and my posts are infrequent,thank you, mesi!
Take care, Kathleen

New Job, New Year

I started a new job on Tuesday.  It is a clinical position, which will allow me to use my counseling skills to serve people who have substance abuse problems.  Before I left the house on my first day of  work someone asked me if I would haven an office or a cubical.  Without giving it much thought I stated that I would surely have an office, explaining that for clinical work a cubical does not have adequate privacy especially for conducting counseling session.  I was wrong; the therapists each have a cubical in one large room where we all conduct individual counseling sessions (actually, at the current time I am sharing a small cubical).  I remembered my office in Philadelphia where the walls went all the way to the ceiling and I could close the door, and even turn on a little sound machine that made white noise making it more difficult for anyone standing outside the door the listen in on the content of a therapy session.  After a nostalgic moment, I thought of my therapy situation in Haiti, when I had a tent and tried not to do play therapy when the older children were at recess because if I did I would have to constantly ask the older children not to watch through the tent window. When I did not have the tent, which occurred when I first started doing play therapy in Haiti and again after my tent fell down, I had to find a space in the containers which rarely provided the ideal space or  the privacy I wanted and were often very hot.  If I compare my current work situation to what I had in Philadelphia, I will only feel frustrated, if on the other hand I compare it to Haiti I will feel grateful. So many things are like this.

Today I went to a Haitian Creole Sunday liturgy here in New Orleans.  Although I am from time to time listening to daily news in Creole through the internet and reading things written in Haitian Creole, I think I am starting to lose a little bit of the language.  I feel like I worked so hard to learn what I know, even though I am not quite fluent, that I want to try to maintain the skills I have.  A toddler was looking at me during mass, and I played peek-a-boo with her for a moment.  She reminded me of the little ones at Kay St. Anne.  When I knew the to a couple of the songs during the liturgy I felt a real sense of joy, as I sang along (although not too loudly of course since I don't sing well in any language.)  

In general I am doing quite well.  There have been many things to adjust to as I have been transitioning in so many ways for quite some time now. On Christmas day my maternal grandfather passed away. I miss him a great deal and am saddened by his loss, and am very grateful for the gift  of having known him.  

Certainly 2011 for me a year with a lot of loss and so many funerals.  The cycle of life we see everywhere, and the paschal mystery shows that dying leads to new life, death to resurrection.  So, I begin this new year with a sense of hope and a sense of gratitude for all that I have, for all those I know and have known, and for life itself.  Haiti certainly has taught me not to take anything or anyone for granted and witnessed to me that it is always possible to have a sense of hope and joy.  

Happy New Year!  

Anniversary of Death

Today is the one year anniversary of Katiana's death, the little child who died of Cholera while residing at Kay St. Anne.  Often I think of her, and pray for her twin sister.  Her death still feels so sad and senseless.

Let us not forget the many children and adults who continue to die of preventable illness like Cholera, in places of our world where simple things like quality drinking water and basic sanitation are still lacking.     

Seven Sorrows of Mary

On Monday myself and another sister who is also transferring into the Marinaites of Holy Cross, were welcomed by the congregation in a beautiful simple prayer service held at a nursing facility where many of the older Marianite sisters live.  In addition to the congregation's constitutions, and spirituality handbook, we were each given a set of Seven Dolor beads.  At first glance they look like rosary beads however there are seven beads in each of the seven sections and when praying with them one reflects on the Seven Sorrows of Mary.  These are situations which during Jesus' life and at his death, like a sword pierced the heart of his mother.    The seven sorrows are: The prophecy of Simeon, the flight into Egypt, the loss of the child Jesus, Mary meets Jesus carrying his cross, the crucifixion, Jesus is taken down from the cross and the body of Jesus is placed in the tomb. (for more information on the seven sorrows go to: http://www.marianites.org/spirituality/seven-sorrows-of-mary/ )

When I used these beads for my prayer, my mind wandered frequently to Haiti.  It seems to me that the suffering many people experience regularly in Haiti, which I witnessed during my 14 months there, is much like the seven sorrows Mary experienced.

My mind goes to the mother of Kevin (name changed to protect confidentiality) the child who was sent to the United States for open heart surgery but died about ten months later.  A couple of weeks before his death, when I went to visit him at St. Damien Hospital, she was so concerned for her son.  She took my hand in hers and held it to Kevin's chest, so that I could feel that his heart was beating too quickly and too hard.  Like Mary hearing the prophecy of Simeon, I think this mother was confused and concerned for the well being of her son. The previous November she had been told that his heart was fixed and he could be expected to now live a normal life.  Now his rapid heart beat spoke of a different reality.

It was just about this time last year, when I spent a week working in the Cholera tents.  People who lived a distance quickly needed to get to re-hydration centers quickly once someone became ill.  I remember a mother who had come with her three children all of whom had Cholera; one of whom took a long time to recover.  Fr. Rick would sometimes tell stories of people dying as they arrived because they came from such distances by the time they arrived they were too dehydrated to recover.  Like Mary and Joseph fleeing into Egypt, for many people the difficult journey to a cholera hospital is an urgent a matter of life and death. During the days I volunteered in the cholera tents, I did so, because it was not safe to travel even the short distance to the baby house because of political unrest in the country, which greatly complicated the situation for the deathly ill people needing to make such a dangerous trip.             

People lose their children in Haiti.  Sometimes, extreme poverty leads a loving parent to place their children in an orphanage, abandon them in a hospital, or even send them to work at a young age with a family that is a little better off, certainly too I heard stories of children and parents unable to find one another in the immediate after math of the earthquake, and death rates among children are quite high as well.  I remember the pained expression on the face of a father as he left his three young children at Kay Ste. Anne; with the understanding that the program would work to eventually reunite him with his children (by this point this was the decided mission.)  I never knew his whole story, but I believe the mother of the children had died, probably in the earthquake.  As he walked out of the house, he appeared to me to be on the verge of tears, something I rarely saw among Haitian men.  The loss of his children from his care must have pierced his heart, as it had Mary's when she and Joseph were separated from young Jesus as they searched and eventually found him in the temple.   In this particular unique situation, the father decided after only a couple of weeks to take his children back home, that struggling to support them in extreme poverty was better for him and his children then leaving them in the care of the program.

The face of an older child comes to my mind, a young person who grieved the death of both of his parents, and then experienced physical abuse, neglect, and rejection at the hands of the relatives who were supposed to care for him.  Even though he is in a safe place where he is cared for now, he like many in our world continues to carry a heavy cross created by grief, loss, poverty, rejection and abuse.

The images of little babies I met one Saturday when I helped in a clinic come to me.  One baby was being cared for by her aunt because the baby's mother had died.  The aunt did not have money for formula to feed the baby, who was tiny, undernourished and suffering.  Another baby in the clinic that day was even smaller and the sister/nurse I was with predicted that the baby would soon die.  So many loving care givers feel so helpless as they watch their children suffer and die, because they lack of basic necessities 

So often morning liturgy was a funeral and sometimes for very small children.  I remember one mother who attended morning liturgy the morning following the death of her child.  Her little girl lay in a body bag there on the floor of the chapel.  As is common in the culture, the mother wept and wailed.  At one point she pulled out a cute little dress that had belonged to her little girl and held it up for all of us to see.  As this mother held her dead child's dress up, her grief was not unlike the grief Mary experienced when holding the body of her dead son in her arms.

This week it will be a year since we buried Katiana, laid her body in the ground just outside the chapel on the grounds of St. Damien hospital.  Cholera quickly killed this four year old who had a wonderful giggle and eyes that suggested to me she had seen pain and suffering beyond my imagining.  I think often of her surviving twin sister and think that the pain of such a loss in my mind is like Mary's pain when the body of Jesus was laid in the tomb.