Here is a quick update from the trip so far. Much more coming later in the weekend.
To say the least, I don’t know which way is up. I left my apartment at 11am on Wednesday (Eastern time) and arrived in Tacloban at 6am on Friday (local time).
It is such an easy thing to complain about international travel. Long flights, long lines, and irrational immigration rules. In the end, in less that 36 hours I am literally on the other side of the world.
Regardless of hassle that is a truly amazing thing.
Travel side note 1: You know a flight is long when you have eaten three meals, listened to two podcasts, and watched 4 movies only to realize you have two more hours on this flight and two flights to go.
Travel side note 2: Every part of travel should be as efficient, as friendly, and as cute as security at Tokyo airport. The way they dealt with people who didn’t speak English or Japanese made me giggle with delight.
Words cannot do justice to this. I am sure you will soon bore of all the photos I’ll be posting. But it is stunning.
While walking the neighborhood tonight, one of my fellow practitioners from the UK, Tom, casually said, “This street was under 25 feet of water,” much like he might say, “This building used to be painted blue.”
Here is what the airport looks like 6 months after Typhoon Haiyan, after some work has been done.
This morning Emma and Sue, who arrived on the same flight as me, and I watched Sebastiaan and Tom as they taught two groups of adults. At the same time Meg (the Polish puppeteer) worked with a group of children, singing and tapping.
We were in one of the hardest hit villages today. My group sat in a small wood shed. Very, very hot!
They talked about how the sound of wind almost paralyzes them, how the sound of rain reminds them of swimming in 25 ft waves, and how they are consumed with the thoughts of what is lost (both family members and worldly possessions).
“I just lost some many people…I just lost so many people…I just lost so many people…” as tears flowed.
It was amazing to watch sadness and darkness lift as they tapped.
Tears turned to “but I am so thankful for what I have…I am so thankful I survived…I am so thankful for today.”
After tapping for so many years I am still stunned when these types of results happen.
After lunch instead of going back to watch more I took a short 6 hour nap. I should be turned around time zone wise.
This weekend we are teaching professionals how to use tapping with their clients. Looking at the list there are people from children’s homes, schools, government agencies, hospitals and more.
This is not just about responding to the needs of a small group of people, but giving them tools.
Looking forward to not just watching, but jumping in and being helpful.
There is still lots of time to support this great work.