Return to Innocence

Love, devotion
Love, devotion
Feeling, emotion
Feeling, emotion
Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart, my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence

Just some inspiration for all of us today.  I still love this song <3 span="">

Going Back To Blogging

Well; everyone,  it's time to finally say it.  I'm back!   It's been three years since I blogged on any type of a basis at all, and four years since my return to the States from Honduras (which is when I stopped blogging with any type of regularity at all!).   I have to admit that while I loved having this blog as a sounding board and a place to share my innermost feelings during my journey in Honduras, that it's been difficult for me to get into blogging in any depth since I came home.   Things just haven't been all that interesting since I came home.  I feel like I haven't had anything really exciting to share .  I feel like I've returned to a life of "normalcy:" and that nothing could be worth reading about after all of the incredible stories I shared a few years back.

In the past couple of months, things have changed.   I returned from Honduras on fire with love for the people I had met, the friendships I had made, and the memories I took with me that I knew would last a lifetime.   Over the course of the past few years,  I found myself lost again.   Due to the economy, I still have been unable to secure a job in the non-profit sector (which is where I've wanted to build a career now for years), I've fallen into a rut and a depression, and things have not really gone my way. I've found myself in less than satisfying relationships/friendships and felt as though people never have been able to truly understand me and what I'm all about.  I've more or less kept these feelings to myself, as I felt they were mine to contend with.  I've been in some really unfortunate situations with people over the course of the past year or so, but I never could quite get to the bottom of what was making me feel the way that I was feeling.  About a month ago,  I woke up in the middle of the night overcome with deep sorrow.  You know that feeling...the one deep down in the pit of your stomach when you just aren't happy with yourself and your surroundings.  That feeling that something is missing and that feeling of emptiness.

For the first time in many years, I REALLY prayed for an answer to why I was feeling the way I was feeling.     I prayed for the strength to get through my depression, anxiety, and struggles.  We've all had struggles with our faith at some point or another in our lives.   For me, after many years of Catholic school, I turned away from the church in my 20's seeing no place for organized religion in my life.  While I can appreciate the need for rules, I felt as though such rigidness creates conflict between ourselves as humans, rather than providing us with unity.  As I'm sure most of my readers know, I'm a very liberal and accepting type of person- of ALL religions, orientations, nationalities, etc. During my time in Honduras, I felt like there really was a higher power and being.   There's no way that so many people who were surrounded by so much suffering and sadness could be so faith-filled without any explanation other than a higher being.   Upon returning home, things went back to the way they always had been for many years before my time abroad.

That night in prayer, I realized what was missing from my life.  I missed the sense of peace that being in Honduras brought me.   Everything here seems to be one big competition.   People are constantly in a battle with one another for power and attention.  I've seen people deliberately hurt myself and those closest to me time and time again over the past few years.  I myself have seen ugly sides to my personality rear their heads once again.   I've caught myself saying and doing things I have not been proud of.   In Honduras, life was so simple.  People actually stopped to help their neighbors.   There are no greater acts of love and compassion that I've witnessed in my 32 years on this planet as those I saw occur before my eyes in Honduras.    Sure, there was corruption.  Yes, it was a machismo culture.  True, sometimes you didn't have electricity or running water.  You did, however, always have each other.  There was a sense of genuinuity and purity among the Honduran people that I don't see here often.  I realized that night that I missed compassion.  I missed simplicity.  I missed the random acts of kindness.   I realized that I don't need a church or an institution to provide me with those things.   All I need is myself.    I'm not a perfect person, and I don't ever claim to be.  I make mistakes, I falter, and I have hurt many people along this journey in life.   However, we can all do great things when we put our heart and our soul into them.   I realized that I was granted an amazing gift in life-  the gift of empathy and compassion. I truly realized that my Creator gave me these gifts for a reason.   I still struggle daily with what I am doing in life and the direction I am going in, but I now believe in the power of prayer, and I know that if I keep the faith, that God is going to guide me to do amazing things in my life.  What they are, I don't know yet.  But with my newly fulfilled faith and desire to spread love and compassion wherever I go,  I know that my life journey has lots of beauty in store for me. :-) My religion is love and kindness. That is the part of Honduras that I still take with me to this day.

17 Days...and counting

Well; it's almost May, so I guess it's time for an entry! Almost an entire YEAR has lapsed since I left Juticalpa, all of my students, a group of friends I hold nearest and dearest to my heart, amazing memories all crammed into one intense, challenging, and life-altering year; undoubtedly the best year of the 29 I've had on this earth. Arguably, it was also the most difficult. It was worth every single moment and event I experienced.

In 17 days, I will board a plane and go back to the place that became my second home for a nine day visit. I will spend a day teaching my students who are now almost third graders (and will probably be a foot taller than they were when I left them in June.) I'll join Wendy in the new kitchen making pupusas and baleadas. I'll eat more frijoles and plaintains than I can stomach (and then go back for seconds). I'll walk to the Esso station for a cappachino or a granita, and have to use a half a package of babywipes afterwards to clean my blackened feet. I'll hold baby Ana Valeria in my arms for the first time; and become a Honduran godmother. I'll eat tacos in the park, and drink water from a bag for 2 lempira. I can't believe I am saying this; but I am almost looking forward to being called "Mamacita" and getting hissed at by the local machismo riff-raff. Being the feminist woman that I am; it even shocks ME that I think I'll be able to laugh at it all now. Why, you ask? Well, it's all part of the memories!

I have to admit; I wish I were more excited about my upcoming visit. I don't want this entry to come off as me not looking forward to seeing my friends and spending time there-it's actually quite the opposite. I just thought that by now I would already be packing my suitcase, planning activities for my students, and plotting out how I'm going to take full advantage of every moment that I have back "home", but for some reason, I find myself more feeling anxious about the adventure that lies before me. I think my issue is that I am experiencing the same exact range of emotions I felt at this time last year when I was making the decision about whether or not to stay or to leave. Once I had made my decision; I remember how painful leaving, and preparing myself for my actual depature was. June 21st 2009 was easily one of the most difficult days of my life. I could even go so far as to say it was heart-wrenching. We all know I can be dramatic, but I don't think anything has ever been so difficult to do in my life. I left behind a place, a culture, and a group of people who took me in, loved me, and made me feel at home despite not being one of them. I left feeling that I actually belonged there and was a part of the community. I don't believe there are too many places in the world where I would feel that way as an outsider. I really do feel like everything that happens in life is meant to be, and I was sent there for a reason. I feel like it happened at exactly the right time in my life; being young enough to have the freedom to go abroad for a year and volunteer; but old enough that I had gotten my selfish party years out of my system and was fully dedicated to what I was doing. I also knew I couldn't stay forever; and the whole experience did exactly as it was supposed to in the time span I was planning on being there- it changed everything about me- my values, my beliefs, my view of the world outside of Boston. I knew that leaving was going to be difficult; but that it was time to close out one chapter of my life and start another. And so; I went.

I guess all I can say is that Juticalpa, Olancho Aid, Santa Clara, my students, my friends, and everything that encompassed that experience made me feel fulfilled, challenged, and inspired in a way I'd never felt before in my life. Although spending a year there was difficult; I felt like I had a real purpose for being there. In short; my life felt meaningful, and I felt like my being there had a real, positive impact on children's and people's lives. (Their's had an even bigger impact on mine; but we all know that from every one of my entries!) I felt like every day was a part of the experience- every situation was a page in my storybook and an important part of what I would take from my time there in the long haul; after returning to the States. Unfortunately; every fear and thought I had in my mind last year at this time as I prepared to come home has rung true. You can only talk about your stories so much. Most people will never understand- they didn't live out the experience that you did. It doesn't make them bad people, but it makes you feel very lonely at times, like no one understands something that is so important to you and defines you so much. I also don't think I'll ever feel that way again. I'd be lying if I said it didn't depress me at times. I am so grateful to have had that experience; but I wonder if I'll ever feel as inspired and fulfilled again. I feel the same exact way I felt before I left for Honduras- like something was missing. I am grateful for all of the love and support that I have in my life, and the things many people take for granted, but still; I seek greater challenges. I have eliminated a lot of the negativity from my life since my return and have tried to only focus on making positive changes in my life, but still; I feel uninspired. I don't know if the emptiness and boredom I feel is just a part of returning from a year abroad, due in part to the bad economy (I know lots of other people struggling with this feeling- it's not just me!), or something else - like a calling to build a career around charity work. (Anyone want to hire me as a fundraiser?! Seriously! If I am passionate about a cause; you all know how hard I will work!) All I know is I left my heart in Juticalpa, and I'm looking forward to feeling enveloped in all of that love, hope, and comfort- even if it's only for a short time.

New Beginnings and Opportunities

Well; it's been a long time (once again) since I blogged. To be perfectly honest; I find it difficult to find things to blog about now that I'm settled back into life here in the good ole U.S of A. At least; I find that the topics I could actually blog about are probably irrelevant to the initial topics I started this blog for. I guess since there's been a turn of events in my life; it's time to update you all on how life has been going. (Although these updates pale in comparison to my Honduran stories)



I have decided to venture back into working in a school and back into the classroom. I'm sure this not a shocker for those of you who have been saying that teaching is my calling and I have a way with children. I don't doubt that I do. I will be starting at Trinity Academy in the new preschool program on April 5th, and I have to admit that I'm extremely excited. There's just something about the preparation and positive energy in a young learning enviroment that I can't seem to want to steer away from. I don't know what it is, but I have developed such a love for the value of a good education. I know I always had these values ingrained in me, but I also know I never would have accepted this true passion were it not for my time in Juticalpa. In a country where the average person does not get past second grade, I feel honored to have had the opportunity to devote a year of my life to educating a small percentage of these beautiful children, and to give them hope for the future.



I have decided after being away from a school setting that this is the type of enviroment in which I will always want to work. I still have such an interest in non-profit fundraising, and have decided that my dream job will be in development and fundraising for a school. This way; I can combine my love for children, education, and helping those less fortunate and have the best of both worlds. (Meaning being in a school enviroment and helping with the funding of education resources, scholarships, financial aid for underprivileged children, etc). This particular opportunity at Trinity will afford me the experience and contacts I need to work towards this ultimate career goal. I'm very excited about it, despite the fact that it might not financially be the best opportunity for me right now.



Ahhhhh, money! Just the word alone frustrates me more than anything these days. I have to preface these next few paragraphs by saying that I apologize to anyone I have offended in the past few months by my verbal statements, facebook status updates, and emails regarding the topic of money and finances. I have had several people close to me (all of whom I love dearly and value the opinions of) tell me that I may not be making the best move financially by accepting an "entry level" type of job position in a school enviroment. (I currently nanny and am making decent money). I know I have made blanket statements saying that I feel as though all anyone in this country cares about is money, and that money drives everything. I've also made comments about preferring to be living with very little but be living my life with passion and doing for others, than to be wealthier and be a miserable person. I wish to publically apologize for any of these types of statements that I may have made that could have offended anybody. I think sometimes I need to step back and think before I speak in regards to this topic. YES, there are many times since my return that I feel sickened by the greed and materialism of the average American person. YES, there are times when I feel as though the average American person would rather work in an enviroment that made them miserable but supplied them with a huge weekly paycheck, than to follow their passions and make a meager income. This IS America, the land of opportunity after all.



In thinking back on these statements I have made, I realize that I have been afforded an opportunity that most people will never experience in their lives (or at least for as long of a time period as I did). They haven't met the people that I've met along my journey. These beautiful people had far less than anyone I've ever met in the States, but they feel happy and blessed for what little they DO have. They taught me how to be grateful and humble. I am no better than anybody else just because my values may be different from the average person's after my time abroad. Instead of judging others and putting myself up on a pedestal; I should be celebrating this beautiful gift of my own values and following my passions. After my time in Honduras; I can honestly say I'd rather be making minimum wage and be surrounded by the people I love and be doing something meaningful with my life than sitting in a corporate office cubicle miserable on a daily basis, with a new Benz and a 1200.00 a month South End apartment. Everyone's definition of happiness is different- Honduras taught me what brings ME happiness - genuine love and kindness for one another, living a life with purpose, authenticity, generousity, and simplicity. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm Back...

I have finally listened to people's pleas for more of my writings and genuinely touching compliments and comments about the blog that I kept during my time in Honduras. So; I am back. It's official. I am going to start blogging again.

At first I wasn't sure WHAT to blog about. I mean; my year abroad has come and gone. I no longer have insane and amusing stories to share about slaughtering cows or showering with five gallon buckets of Aguazul. I don't wake up to find 4 foot iguanas running around on my rooftop anymore. I no longer have 2 inch cockroaches or tarantulas residing in my kitchen. When I go out for my daily walks now; I don't stop and start random games of soccer with children or witness people in the Boston Common plucking their armpit hairs in public. (Although I do witness some equally odd behaviors I suppose! haha) All those cultural differences and experiences were exciting to blog about. Now; they are lost. I have returned to a life of normalcy.

Or have I really? I've been home now for almost 8 months and I don't think I have ever really felt like things were "normal" during that time span. Sure; I have picked up where I left off in certain aspects- I spend time with my friends, I have found a full time job and ride public transportation back and forth to work every day; rather than riding in the bed of a truck with dust in my face. I know that every morning when I wake up to get ready for work that a hot shower awaits. I know that when I go grocery shopping; I can find everything that I need in one shop. There's no going to Santa Gema all the way over the other side of town just to purchase peanut butter. Similarly; when I get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom; I know that the electricity from my lamp will lead the way. (My feet are looking a lot nicer on U.S soil from not having so many stubbed toes from walking in the dark!)

With all of that being said; most people would say "Of course! She's readjusted to life back in the United States! Things are back to normal!" Yet the thoughts that run through my mind on a daily basis and the vivid pictures I have permanently painted inside my mind prove otherwise. I don't think I'll ever feel "normal" again after having had such a powerful and amazing experience.

I haven't shared a lot of these thoughts and feelings with anyone for a couple of reasons. First of all; I'm going to come right out and just be honest- it's sometimes too painful. It at times causes me to become depressed because I feel so often like I have experienced things that 99% of the people in this world never will. That's not to say that I don't feel lucky and blessed to have experienced them; but I have a new sense of lonliness that I at times can't even verbally express (or even put into writing). The easiest way to put it is to just say it. I feel so often like people cannot even begin to understand. Even more depressing at times, is that I feel like most people don't WANT to understand or just don't care. I feel lonely because I feel like there is such a huge part of me that other people will never be able to understand. It's not to say that I am a better person than these people; because I know that I am not. Just two years ago; I myself would have turned a totally blind eye or tuned someone out who was trying to share similar experiences with me. I feel like in some ways; I have been given a beautiful gift to have lived among such poverty and sadness mixed with such joy and love. The downside is that I come back to the United States with a totally different viewpoint on things that sets me apart from most of the people in this country. It makes for feeling frustrated and helpless often.

For me; the situation down in Haiti during these past couple of weeks has been heartwrenching for me to hear about. Having lived in a third world country for a year; the only image that has been replaying in my mind for two weeks straight is of Honduras. Tegucigulpa in particular, because it's such a big city filled with hillside slums. One cannot possibly not take a drive through the capital of Honduras and not be amazed at the poverty surrounding them. These hillside slum structures look like a category 1 hurricane would totally destroy them all. I can't even begin to imagine what a 7.1 earthquake would do to an area with so little infrastructure and stability. I have never been to Port-au-Prince Haiti; but I have a decent idea in my mind of what it must look like. I have had to stop watching the news coverage; because I am continually brought to tears by what I see.

It has been in discussing Haiti and the earthquake that I realize just how much my time in Honduras impacted my life and my beliefs. Every once in a while since my return; I will have a "defining moment" where I realize just how different of a person I am after my experience. No moment was as defining as a recent discussion I had with my peers regarding the catastrophe and our response as a country to what has been going on there. It also has awoken my passion again- feeling a need to open the eyes of other people to the harsh reality of the way most of the people in our world live. It broke my heart to see some of the outright meanhearted comments that people made about the earthquake. A person my own age whom I have known for years made a statement saying "If the roles were reversed; they wouldn't do anything to help us." This comment alone shocked me, because I never realized how uneducated many people are. This man's statement is in fact false; because Haiti made a modest donation in an attempt to help the United States after both 9/11 and Katrina. It made me remember that most people never could begin to understand Honduras (or any other third world country) and its people. Anyone who has been to Juticalpa knows the opposite to be true. Those who have so little tend in the materialistic sense are oftentimes more giving than those who have so much. Remember my story about DonaMarina walking 10 miles in the 110 degree blistering sun to bring me medicine when I was sick? This is a woman who lives off of roughly 2.00 a day and has electricity or running water in her home. She paid for this medication with her mediocre paycheck. I rest my case. Clearly there are people everywhere in our world who are not generous people, but I have never experienced the level of authenticity, love, and generousity that I experienced in Honduras.

Later on in my "Haiti Banter" another individual that I attended school with said "I was poor too growing up. We should be helping people here first!" This led me to do a great deal of thinking about the various "levels" of poverty in this world. I am by no means undermining the need for help right here on our own homefront. I know that very real poverty exists and we need to be making strides to help those around us as well; but it made me think about the difference between poverty here in the United States and poverty in a third world country. Chances are if you are living in the most extreme of poverty (as so many in our world do), you don't have running water or electricity. You may be living in a structure made out of strips of wood and medal, with a curtain hanging for a front door. You most probably do not have access to any type of sterile healthcare. You may go to bed hungry many nights of your life. You probably do not have a chance to improve your life due to terrible living conditions and an undeveloped education system. How can you improve your life and make something of yourself; when at 9 years old you cannot go to school. You cannot attend school because you need to sell bags of water or fruit in the park in order to put food on the table for your family. Again; I am not undermining poverty on the US homefront; but it pales in comparison to the poverty I was surrounded by in Honduras. If you are without a job here or are homeless; there are programs in place to help you. You can turn to a homeless shelter for a hot shower, a warm bed, and food to fill your belly. If you are born into poverty and have the motivation and drive; you can change your supposed fate and better yourself through making the right decisions, siezing opportunities, and education. The people in undeveloped countries lot is more or less picked out from them from the moment they are born. They have no choice but to live the difficult lives that they lead. We are so fortunate to have been born into a country where so many opportunities exist. We have the free will to become whatever we want to be. These people are helpless, and not by choice.

This is going to sound really negative; and I hate speaking in a negative way about my own country and its people; but this is my blog and I have a right to voice my opinion (and I know you all know I have no problem doing just that!) After returning home; I find so many more people to be ignorant than I ever did before. So many people adopt the whole "out of sight, out of mind" mentality. I had reached a point in my post-Honduran journey where I just stopped talking about my experience because people's negative comments and mockery was starting to bother me.

You know what? I will never be the same again Post-Honduras. My time there taught me compassion. It taught me to be more open-minded. It taught me to be grateful. I have an experience that no one will ever be able to take away from me; one that shaped me into the person I am today. The situation in Haiti reignited the fire in me to share my stories and to speak up for what I believe in, no matter who may mock me. Honduras is such a huge part of me, so my story isn't really over. I may be a gringa who has returned to her homeland; but I will forever carry the important values with me that I developed there. I will continue to educate people on the realities of the way most people in our world live. As far as those who have been mocking me for being so passionate about the people I grew to love in Juticalpa and the people in Haiti? I will NEVER apologize for caring about anyone- no matter WHERE in the world they may reside.

U.S of A....

Well everyone, it's the grand post you have all been waiting for. I have been avoiding having to make this post for well over a month now. I feel that in writing this; I am closing out this chapter of my life. My heart has officially broken-and I have to muster up the strength to try to write about where I am at emotionally and mentally; and I'm really struggling with it. I know though that I should do it before I lost all of the initial emotions and strangeness that comes with moving back to the States after spending a year abroad in a third world country. I am officially back in the United States of America.

I sit hear listening to Daddy Yankee's "Lllamanda de Emergencia" and Aventura's "Lagrimas" and I realize just how much my life has changed in the past year. There were many trials and tribulations during my time in Honduras- but I sit here with a heavy and aching heart, longing to relive all of those moments with all of the people who came to mean so much to me- all of the people I learned to love with every ounce of my being. My life as I knew it in the United States feels so odd to me now. Things that I never gave a second thought to prior to my time in Honduras feel strange, and perhaps even a little bit crazy. I realize that I am forever changed- I am longing for the things that were once so foreign to me.

In ways; I've been trying to keep myself busy in order to avoid processing the fact that I have left Juticalpa. Looking at the pictures posted from a recent Peace March; I recognize many faces in the crowd. Some of them I passed on a crowded street en route or back home from the Fruteria. Some of them I sat next to during Sunday evening masses at the Cathedral. Others sat next to me on Saturday mornings while I sipped Granita's in the Esso on Saturday mornings with Bree; as we tried to find some brief relief from the extreme heat of Juticalpa. Still others I exchanged an "adios" or a smile with as I walked down the boulevard to El Negrito's for a delicious baleada. No matter how I look at it; I connected with so many people there. Some on a more personal level; others may have just been a friendly face that I took for granted on my daily walks. I just know that when I look at those pictures; I feel homesick. That's right-homesick. Juticalpa truly became a second home to me. I still can't even begin to process the fact that I up and moved thousands of miles away for an entire year; integrating myself into a culture and a language that was totally foreign to me. Somehow though; I really did it- the adventure is really over. I still can't even believe that this blog is coming to a close. A year ago; when I first arrived in Juticalpa, I had no idea how I was going to get through it. My initial worries (bugs, water issues, and other household pests) soon became second nature to me as I adapted to living the Honduran lifestyle. There were many trials and tribulations- but I did it. I wouldn't take back my experience for the world, and my heart aches to be back with the people who I've grown to love with every ounce of my being.

The readjustment period has definitely been difficult thus far. How I long to eat a morning baleada while talking about the shortcomings of men in the cafeteria with Wendy and Ena. I wish I could laugh with Brenda about Malcon's antics- and how many times he got sent to the office on any given day. I miss the sound of the "Happy People Church" on a weeknight, all of it's members singing "Open the Eyes of My Heart Lord" repeatedly for hours on end. I miss the sound of crickets chirping in my backyard and the buzzing sound of gecko's crawling up my walls. I can't believe I'm saying this- but I even miss the cold showers! There was something that was so simple about jumping in and out so fast because the water was cold. Now; I find myself taking these long, hot, luxurious showers. I think I realized that showering is simply a means of getting clean. Here; it's an extravagant experience! I miss the simplicity that is Honduras. I miss power outages; and spending hours sitting around chatting with friends. I miss Wendy teasing me about my cooking skills. I miss the sound of Donamarina's laugh as I complained about the machoism that is the typical Honduran man. I ache to turn on the radio and hear Aventura blasting. I can still listen to merengue and bachata here; but I have to download it.

*To be continued when I can collect my thoughts*

Writer's Block....

Hey all,

Just an update to let you know I am alive and well. I have to admit that since I made the decision to leave here; I have had a bit of "Writer's Block". Maybe it is partially because writing makes me think too much and get too emotional. Maybe it is just that I am trying to soak up all the love around me and take advantage of every minute I have left here. I don't know precisely what it is...but I'm having a hard time collecting my thoughts. Therefore; I hope to have more to say very soon.

As I write this I have to report I only have 6 more days with my little munchkins. Next Wednesday is the last day of school. I don't know how to emotionally prepare for it. Today though; I became misty-eyed for the first time. I asked my student's what was so special about June (expecting to hear them say "NO SCHOOL FOR 3 MONTHS!"). One little girl (Sammi) reponded with "no me gusta Junio" (I don't like June"). I asked her why and she said, "Ms. Ernest va para los Estados". They then all began saying "No te vas, Ms! No te vas!" (Don't go, Miss, don't go!") It was the first of many misty-eyed moments I know I will experience over the course of the next month. How I am going to find the courage to do this; I do not know. The day to my departure inches closer and closer. It's June. I officially leave here in 27 days. I feel like I can't even worry about my future and what I will do with everything I have learned here until I say my goodbyes. This Gringa's heart is starting to break! I'm not going to lie!!!! Please pray for me to have faith, direction, and strength as I rip myself from this place that has become a second home to me and attempt to make the decisions needed to help these people (and other's like them) in every way that I can.

In the Esso today; I heard an old song (old for me means '98 haha) by Jewel. I was struck by the message of this song in a way that I never have been before...because it reminded me a lot of the people and experiences I've had while in Honduras. The line that stuck out most to me was: "Poverty stole your golden shoes but it didn't steal your laughter." This reminded me so much of so many friends I have made along the way here. So many lack monetary riches; but the love, sense of humor, and kindness of their hearts is still there; and in many cases; in tenfold. Also the statement of being God's eyes and God's hands struck me as well. My time here has given me the opportunity to be God's eyes and hands here on earth by serving, living amongst, and growing to love the people of Juticalpa. It also reminds me of my initial orientation with Juticalpa and Olancho Aid through my first visit here in April of 2008. The theme of our visit was "Hands to Honduras". This song again reminds me that we are just one person, with one pair of hands. But our hands can build things and assist in projects that are beautiful and make a huge difference in someone's life. Another line that stuck out to me was “For light does the darkness most fear”. This seems like such a powerful statement to me. It shows a sense of faith and the confidence in God's existance and how much a small gesture of love and compassion can mean so much and go so far. The smallest light can still be seen in the dark. In other words, a small act of kindness is still appreciated during the worst of times. (All I can keep thinking about is Juan Carlos' parent's home being washed away during the flooding) In any case, enough song analysis for me! (I just realized maybe I don't have writer's block anymore...this little journalist just needed to sit down and collect her thoughts!)

If you haven't heard this song before; you should download it!!!!! Love and miss you all!!!!! Four weeks from now at this time I will be with you!!!!

Jewel: "Hands"

"If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all ok And not to worry because worry is wasteful and useless in times like these I will not be made useless I won't be idled with despair I will gather myself around my faith for light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken Poverty stole your golden shoes but it didn't steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me but i knew it wasn't ever after We will fight, not out of spite for someone must stand up for what's right cause where there's a man who has no voice there ours shall go singing In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters I will get down on my knees and I will pray I will get down on my knees and I will pray I will get down on my knees and I will pray My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken My hands are small, i know, but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken We are never broken We are God's eyes God's hands God's mind We are God's eyes God's hands God's heart We are God's eyes God's hands God's eyes God's hands We are God's hands God's hands We are God's hands "