Finding Words

On Wednesday night, August 17^th, after I had returned from the rural home visits in San Antonio Aguas Caliente, I began to realize that I was having an uncharacteristically difficult time formulating how the experience had affected me and then translating that to words.  Due to my block, I just posted some vivid photos to the blog for followers to visually read the story. 

On Thursday, I returned to Casa Jackson.  I entered the front gates and headed to the lower level prep room where I methodically chose my smock to place over the top of my clothes and then tied the white cloth mask around the back of my neck, preparing to walk up to the second level where fifteen little survivors were thriving.  Axel, Ana, Magali, Freddie, Alberto, Naomi, Daniela, Laura, Pedro, Cristian, Allison, Mauricio, JoAnthony, Simon, and Estrella.  Each one of them had their own stories.  I knew very little of what their stories were that brought them to Casa Jackson.  But, what I did know was between the smiles, cries, feedings, poopies, giggles, wiggles, and Mauricio's special vibrating lips, I came to love them.  I also came to honestly realize that this journey was not for me to regularly express to the world via my blog what I was experiencing because it was not about me.  I knew, however, it was important to tell their story.  I tried for the next two days to find the words that were special enough to do each one of them the justice and respect they deserved, but struggled with doing this, immensely.  So, I apologize for failing to post to my blog those days, leaving my followers to wonder what Antiguan cobblestone road I had probably lost myself on.  Truly, the only place I got lost was in the wonder of each one of those babies’ fortitude for living.  So, without words, I chose to let them express their story through their own eyes. . .

Thank you for following me through this very important journey.  I hope you enjoy my final video show of the photos I took of most of my experience in Antigua, including the beautiful hearts you can so readily see through the photos of these very special babies at the end of the show. 

One of my housemates, Tony, told me about his story of why he came to The God's Child Project-- he was inspired by a song called Better People, by Xavier Rudd.  There's more good to do. . .  I hope you realize there is more good to do in the world-- you can begin with your own families and communities. Best to you and the one's you give your heart to.