On Sunday Ben and I went hiking in Kenscoff. We haven't spent any time alone together since the earthquake so it was the first chance we've had to process together how we're doing. It felt so good to be out of Port-Au-Prince, to talk and rest and really cry for the first time.
Seeing flowers instead of rubble and IDP camps, smelling eucalyptus and pine needles instead of cement dust and smoke we were reminded that there IS still beauty in Haiti. It was incredibly healing to be able to see and feel the presence of the divine around us in ways that have been much more difficult in Port-Au-Prince since the earthquake.