This post was orig­i­nally pub­lished on MomDot.com, but it didn’t really gar­ner a lot of feedback-so I’m post­ing here because this was an impor­tant post for me and I ini­tially wrote it for this blog, but decided at the last minute to sub­mit it as a “guest post” instead.…

I was twid­dling on my iPod lis­ten­ing to a very famil­iar play-list this evening when a Ricky Mar­tin song came on and I thought about the last time I’d heard it. It had been dur­ing a really good and long writ­ing ses­sion. One where the ideas flowed like water and my mind framed the words per­fectly, when sud­denly it struck me; this week instead of lis­ten­ing to my iPod through­out my day as I nor­mally do, I was watch­ing the news, ini­tially for cov­er­age on the Mass­a­chu­setts elec­tion and con­tin­ued to watch about the ongo­ing tragedy that is Haiti.

See­ing the ruble, I was reminded of a cracked egg. Of Humpty Dumpty, who try as they might the “king’s horses and king’s men” would never be able to put him back together. I won­dered how the peo­ple of Haiti would put them­selves together again. How could they? I was also reminded of Hur­ri­cane Andrew and how hard it was to live and clean up after-wards; know­ing that the dev­as­ta­tion in Haiti was a mil­lion times worse– not helped by the fact that this coun­try was com­pletely unpre­pared for an earth­quake whose dénoue­ment would be cataclysmic.

I am one of those people-who, when they see some­one in pain lit­er­ally feels pain. I tend to take on the feel­ings of oth­ers and so, in ret­ro­spect its no won­der that for the last cou­ple of days I was feel­ing weepy and woe­be­gone. I know the funk I was in wasn’t com­pletely because I was watch­ing the news all day-but it cer­tainly con­tributed to it. Con­tinue read­ing Haiti’s Earth­quake & My Funky State