I was struck, sometimes to the point of streaming tears, by the singing. Every visit we made to a village included great big gulps of song. I was amazed by the transcendence of it; these moments of buoyant glimmering loveliness, invoking an assuredness that belies circumstance. I heard powerful expectant hope.
The video that is this post was recorded on Saturday, at the Haitian Christian Mission. It has my usual dorky clumsiness, I apologize. But the singing, well, every single time I hear it, I cry. It takes me out of myself and wraps me in the spirit of Haiti, inviting and imploring me to listen, simply and mindfully listen.