I had something else ready to go for today, but things in Haiti are weighing heavily on my heart and mind, and I think I’ll save it for another time.

Things in Haiti were hard BEFORE the recent earthquake, and it’s hard to wrap my mind around how devastating the situation is there now.  And while I don’t have any easy answers or ready fixes, I’ll say this: I hope that the collective “we” can stretch our heads and hearts and imaginations to find a way to bring some hope and relief to all those affected, be they children or adults, Haitian or American.  And by “relief” I mean potable water. Food.  A way to get the pallets of relief supplies that have already arrived in the country from the tarmac in the Port Au Prince airport to the streets where people are, quite literally, dying for want of the food and water and medical treatment that is sitting there, waiting to be disbursed.

And then, eventually, a way out for those who have that option.