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Last day in Haiti

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

today is our last day in country.  We managed to connect with the Acupuncturists Without Borders team, who we met up with in Leogane, which is near the epicenter of the earthquake.  It’s also about 18 miles (or 2 hrs in Haiti road time) out of Port-au-Prince, and a beautiful, horrifying drive.  The devastation of the buildings along that seaside road is significant, and the green of cane fields and green hills rolling up from the ocean beautiful.  We met Sally, Helen, Dina and Joseph of AWB at Mon Petit Village, a tent city of about 900 people, and we were very happy to receive treatments from them there.

After leaving them our drive Nixonn (no, really) took us to a private beach, teaming with Haitians enjoying sun and surf.  We road the azure waters in a little boat, ate some shellfish cooked on the beach, and enjoyed ocean breezes.  Such a welcome respite after workng n hot tents in the cty most of the week!

Later we drove through Port-au-Prnce, our first time into the city center

Return home to Hawaii from Haiti with TCMCH

Monday, May 10th, 2010

Standing at an internet kiosk in the LA airport at 4 in the morning, on my way home from Haiti.

It was a good feeling to have accomp0lished what we went for:  providing treatments and a training.  The reality is, of course, that this was just a drop in the bucket of what’s needed:  infrastructure, healthcare, education . . .

The fact that we were able to go without much more than experience, materials, and intention, and then hit the ground running was largely due to a little organization called Grass Roots United.  We’d heard about them from a couple of other ngo’s working locally.  GRU connected us with other people and organizations who were  able to help get our ball rolling, and did so with a competence and good cheer that was almost disorienting in a place where even basic tasks can seem insurmountable.

Our NADA training finished on Thursday, and in  the end we certified 24 people; among them were doctors, nurses, medical students, and some very dynamic community organizers.  We have a memorandum 0f understanding with a local foundation that is to act as our local umbrella, and we’ll see where it all goes from there.

Saturday we finally managed to catch up with Acupuncturists Without Borders in Leogane, where AWB has a treatment site at Mon Petit Village.  Leogane is about 18 miles out of Port-au-Prince, or 2 hours through creepy-crawly traffic and over rough and tumble roads.   Leogane was near the earthquake’s epicenter, and consequently had a lot of damage, so the drive out was both horrifying and beautiful.  Horrifying for the crumbled and flattened buildings lining the seaside road, and beautiful for the long stretches of farmland, palms and mango trees stretching into rolling green hills.

It was great to see the AWB team in action, and absolutely wonderful to receive treatments from the team.  Sally, Helen, Dina and Joseph had come for from all over the US to provide treatments through AWB, so it was nice to hear how their various paths led them to Haiti, and to have some acupuncture shop talk.

Afterward we stopped off at a private beach, which means pay-to-enter through a gate marked “interdit aux armes a feu” or “no guns allowed” which – as we had cause to know – was a good and relevant rule.  There were scads of Haitians playing soccer, having picnics, and enjoying the water.  It was enormously refreshing to take a boat ride on the azure waves, and feel some ocean breezes after all the diesal fumes and smoky particulates we’d been inhaling over the past few weeks.  We relaxed to the slap of the waves on the hull, watching a lightning show over the distant hills, and eating shellfish cooked on the beach and soaked in hot pepper and lime juice.

On our way home we drove through downtown Port-au-Prince.  I’d seen TV coverage of the post Jan 12th city, but the devastation is still jaw-dropping.  Whole blocks are little more than rubble, with bits of car poking out from under great slabs of cement.  Vast tent cities stretch across all available land, squeeze between buildings and down the middle of major roads, and the governmental buildings like the National Palace looked like fallen wedding cakes, all white tilts and crumbles.

Haiti was and is a challenge.  Beth and I are circumspect about creating new treatment and training sites, as it implies a commitment to ongoing support for each new project.  I’m hoping, and will work to assure that we can sustain the project we’ve begun here, and that the seeds of these past two weeks will grow into something useful for the Haitian people, who are graceful, resilient, and surely deserve better than what recent and distant history have delivered them.

I’ve already begun receiving e-mails of thanks from some of those we trained and treated on this trip, and through them see that the seeds are sprouting.

Haiti for 36 hrs now

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

We’ve been in Haiti now for almost 36 hrs, although it surely feels longer than that. I met up with Beth and the Naturopaths International team in Florida and we took a 2 hr flight over the blue Atlantic & what seemed an ocean full of islands to this one. Haiti is hot and humid, but not yet rainy. The airport felt like many other tropical little airports, but as soon as we stepped out of the front gates (personned by Haitian police, UN peacekeepers and others), there is quite literally a crush of humanity, vehicles, diesel fumes, rubble and lots of color. There’s a lot here to remind me of francophone West Africa, from the market women carrying wares on their heads to the French road signs to the kamikaze traffic flow. There is also a distinctly Haitian flavor, however. Although the music I’ve heard so far incorporates the rhythms I was used to in Togo, there is an undeniably Caribbean influence also. We are very fortunate to be staying with the family of Firlande, one of the Naturopaths on the team, whose mother preceded us here and is overseeing the cooking for our large group, and keeping us in towels and toilet paper.

Although it’s quite a nice neighborhood, there still hasn’t been more than five hours of electricity a day, and the lack of infrastructure in Port au Prince can be felt even here. Nonetheless, it’s been a terrific bastion for us to come home from long days to hearty meals and friendly folks. Our first few days have been spent at a tent camp behind Matthew 25, run by a Catholic Sister. There are (I think) over a thousand people in the camp, and it’s really pretty nice – very clean, a water filtering station, lots of ngo’s coming in to provide services. It’s still a tent camp though, with back to back tents (some of those provided through the efforts of Sean Penn, I hear) and lots of people in every public space.

Acupuncturists Without Borders gave me the introduction here, and –as in all places we have visited that they have preceded us – people smile to remember their acupuncture treatments. Beth and I have done over 150 treatments in the last two days, and the NI team is doing homeopathy, hydro, acupuncture, minor surgery, and have some supplements for use w/ all the infections we were seeing. We haven’t seen a lot of recent trauma, but there are certainly a lot of people with amputations, and it is still a bit shocking to see a 13 year old who – up until 3 months ago – was playing soccer and chasing her siblings now getting used to crutches. We haven’t been a lot of places, but I haven’t seen any prosthetics yet.

Today we’re touring other camps, and Beth and I are still looking for the venue where we can do a training. We are getting lots of help in this direction from Grass Roots United, who operates as a hub for ngos to network and apply themselves. They’ve just moved down next to the airport where they will build some model housing using appropriate technology, and one of our team, who is a US contractors, is consulting with them on building methods.

TCMCH in Lamu, Africa

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

Friday March 12, 2010

Last Sunday, after a long, bumpy and over-booked bus ride, we arrived in one of the most beautiful and serene places I’ve ever known. Lamu, a small island off the northern coast of Kenya, could quite possibly be the most tranquil and serene place left on planet earth, with its unbelievably friendly residents, the cool breeze of the Indian Ocean always in your hair, and the complete absence of motor vehicles. It is a world heritage site, and the spectacular culture that has survived for centuries emanates through every nook and cranny.
But all its tranquility disappears for one week each spring when approximately 20,000 Muslims migrate to this tiny island for the annual celebration of the Prophet Mohammad’s birth. This year’s festivities began on Tuesday with donkey races and tug-of-war contests, continuing on Wednesday and Thursday with dhow boat races and other events, and the culmination is on Friday night around 11 pm when everyone gathers at the mosque for dancing, drumming, and rejoicing. Celebration is in the air, and the town is pulsating with excitement.
We too have been able to take part in this amazing festival by offering acupuncture to the thousands of gatherers. For the last three days we, along with around 15 men and women that Megan and her apprentice Athman trained this week, were able to set up shop along the sea front of downtown Lamu. The trainees were extremely excited about their new tool and were able to rile up several hundred participants over the course of a few days. There was hesitation initially, but after the first brave few received treatments the word spread like wild fire, and we quickly found ourselves without enough chairs to accommodate all that were interested. For an overwhelming majority of the people treated the results were felt almost immediately, and everyone walked away feeling much more relaxed and at peace. The trainees did an amazing job, and Megan will reward them for their hard work tomorrow morning with a certification ceremony. They all seemed to take much pride in their accomplishments, and I am without doubt that they will all use their new found knowledge to serve thousands of people in the near future.
I am sad to say that I (Stacey) will be returning home in a few short days, but I am so incredibly grateful for the time I was able to spend here in Kenya. I’ve witnessed some of the most beautiful displays of love and compassion, and the Kenyan people will forever be in my heart.

Commencing with Omari Project NADA training

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Saturday March 6th

An incredible week has passed, commencing with the Omari Project NADA training in downtown Malindi, with Megan conducting training for 15 project staff and volunteers, all of whom are dedicated to the good work of providing resources to reduce drug addiction in their warm hearted but struggling Kenyan community. The training facility is the Omari Office, a cement hot box, where Megan has kept her cool through some challenging dynamics. Establishing a clean field, for example, was quite a concept. Even the Kenyans are wowed by the incredible heat this week has brought, which tells you how the mazungu (white folk) have been feeling. But with clear and heartfelt intention leading the way, the trainees slowly worked their way toward understanding and literacy in the simple but powerful concepts and tools of NADA, led by their very dedicated teacher. The pride reflected in their introduction of Megan as their teacher was fierce.
Stacey and Jacqui have been assisting with the training, as well as practicing NADA wherever and whenever possible, which took us on Tuesday to the Kenyan Prison outside Malindi. Has there been a more moving application of this simple and powerful tool? Twenty six men watched by machine gunned guards took a 1 hour break in their otherwise forced work day, hard labor in sweltering heat, without shade, water, tools or shoes gathered in a small sweltering cement room, while 2 small white TCMCH students came bearing needles for NADA treatments, which Omari Project has miraculously managed to force into an otherwise un-penetrable penitentiary, with the idea that these men are in that place because of the addictions that drove them, and that through NADA (supported by a very basic 12 step adaptation and the raw passion of the Omari staff ) they may leave with a different understanding of addictions, and themselves. Most of the men had had this treatment prior to our visit, and without emotion were clearly there because it truly served them. They made it easy for us to work the room, get the needles in, and let them go to work. Knowing we could be removed at a moment’s notice, we worked quickly to accommodate all takers, despite the heat, the small space, the lack of light. After the treatment, our Omari guides asked the men specifically the value of this treatment, translating from Swahili, reporting calming of mind, deeper understanding of addictions rather than just knowing judgment and shame, reporting hope. To see something as universal and and simple as NADA help foster such hope in the face of otherwise sheer brutal hopelessness, we left with more emotion than can be described.
Another outing was arranged for Stacey and Jacqui to provide NADA treatments at the Omari in-patient facility, one crazy bus ride out of town in the country (while Megan continued with the week long NADA training in baking Malindi). Our patients there have regular NADA treatments to help them with their process. Most folks initially resisted our requests to interview them and understand their story, especially our desire to understand the benefit NADA has been (beyond the other great drug rehab support provided by the Omari staff). After the treatments, and talking story, they began to let down their guard, sharing their stories, noting that acupuncture is a very important tool for the hard process they have the courage to be in. The outing ended with taking pictures together, and exchanging phone numbers and emails, and leaving in a climate of faith and hope.
The week was full of challenge and miracles, and perseverance. The heat alone would stop most people from moving, much less working, training, arranging community treatment days under a hot tarp in a population that has never heard of acupuncture, limited by poverty and very little education. Jacqui fell down a three foot hole in the road (of which there were many), but was lucky to be travelling with a master international acupuncturist (Megan), so was quick to recover from those injuries. Stacey and Jacqui and Aidan set out to find a needy school to deliver donated school supplies to the poverty stricken zones of Malindi, and ended up travelling way out into the bush after meeting Pastor Michael, a humble man who has almost single handedly built a school for almost 1000 children from nearby villages where there is not nearly enough food or education. The need was greater than most Americans could ever imagine, and the coincidence and adventure that brought us there, seemingly divinely guided. The faces of these children, Pastor Michael, his family and his village personified the graciousness we have seen in so many of the Kenyan people. After facing armed guards in motorbike taxis and taking motorcycles into and out of the bush, we were grateful to return to Malindi and join the 15 NADA trainees perfecting their skills in ear needles for all those interested enough to see what the commotion was under the Omari Project tent.
By week’s end, the community NADA outreach event was a great success (free treatments to all who dared try it) had provided fertile ground for new NADA providers to hone their new skills. Their willingness and dedication in the dusty heat to provide these treatments brought benefit to 172 community members between the ages of 6 and 73 with positive responses reported by almost all! Megan never faltered in the mission at hand, despite all the third world technology and logistical challenges, and by weeks’ end had effectively established with the core Omari Project staff the launching of NADA-Kenya!