Today was our first day on the job! I couldn't wait to get started. I hadn't mentioned it yet, but every morning and evening were to begin with devotions. Today's quote, "Fear is the polio of the soul which prevents us from walking by faith." We were asked to think of our morning message or quote as we made our way to the worksite and as we worked. It didn't take long until my fear set in. We trekked as a group through the streets of Pignon. What I thought to be morning dew and haze, was a blanket of smoke from the constant burning of garbage. A friend had mentioned it on her recent trip but I had no context for what she was describing. I do now. I think the smell will be with me for some time. I remember as a child, walking into a particular store while on vacation. I can close my eyes still today and remember the scent of the wood floor and coconut aroma that filled the air. Perhaps it's the reason I'm drawn to the beach. All of my senses are on high alert and I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
After regaining my composure and putting my fear aside, I put on my gloves and waited to be instructed on what to do. I waited. And waited. You see, community members showed up by the dozens. They jumped in looking for something to do (because truly, there's not much to do). Most of them were told to move along, but the strong men stayed and worked. There were 7 women from our group that were just kinda standing around. I was one of them. Every single one of us was ready to work. It was not the day I had anticipated. We played games in the street with the local children who could not afford to go to school. The day was not wasted. We each found a way to be useful. But, if we weren't playing, we were waiting. I learned a lot about the culture today. Having idle time in this situation was not my cup of tea. I felt somewhat invisible. They had no idea what we were capable of....
The women who were on this journey with me? Pretty awesome! Two of them spoke up at debriefing tonight. Arlene, a confident New Yorker (she reminded me of Bette Midler) spoke eloquently about her views on the day. She was adamant about coming all this way and not being used for manual labor. I felt proud. And strong. And determined.
After work, some of us chose to hike to the Pignon sign. I was hoping I would get hot enough to enjoy the cold shower and tired enough to sleep through the barking dogs. The night ended with a few beers (Prestige), a game of Heads Up on the iPhone, and a prayer goodnight.
Kids were always at the gate...morning til night
Locals would find your hand and join on any journey
This sign was made from cement and block that was hauled up a huge cliff...pride in their town
She persissted!
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