I don't follow the news. When it finally trickled down to me about Haiti, I was numb.

I have activist friends. One is a development specialist who has worked in Haiti before. She put up an account number where people could donate.

I don't think so. Paying off for guilt is easy. But it never solves things. It just increases the tension of looking away.The stakes get higher.

What's the real problem?

I wept. Howled into my pillow so the neighbors wouldn't hear. I sobbed for the children especially. For the women, too. Then for all of them, even the men.- Especially the men who become victims of our collective blaming. It was like seeing Saddam Hussein for what he was before his death. A very sad, disturbed human being. And being able to forgive him, George Bush, Osama Bin Laden and now Obama and whomever else.

For Haiti, it is myself I must forgive. Because the guilt impedes my creativity and blinds my integrity.

That's why the best thing I can send Haiti right now is a hug. WIthout judgement or resentment, but just really feeling what's happening there. I don't need the pictures and reports to tell me. In my heart I know. I also know that, dang it, if we put our minds to it, we can solve any problem we want. Haiti could be a thriving, vibrant society.. And tho it's the poorest country on earth, everyone there could lead a dognified (typo, but I like it, so I'm leaving it) human life... what would the rest of the world look like then?

It's never too late.

Until Infinity...

heh. It's almost scary how well that fits.