“Agatha”; the storm to end the drought

Ignacio and the brush

Ignacio and the brush

Our first step was to make paintbrushes from recycled materials. We used old cans, horse hair and sticks or old broom handles. After the workshop some paintbrushes look incredibly professional. Others looked like Frankenstein’s tools; created from bristles of different colours, sharp, uneven metal pieces and crooked nails. Around town, a few horses sport shorter tails. The second step is to watch nature and let it inspire our brushes. We are planning a environmental camp to the “Emerald Hummingbird” natural reserve. The area protects many species endemic to the region and will serve as inspiration for murals in the youth-group’s communities. But if “Agatha”, winter’s child bride, gathers force there will be no camp.
The clumsy low-pressure system, has a traditional British name, but lacks British politeness. “Agatha” knocks on the doors of Central America at midnight. Her water rises and enters houses and outdoor markets uninvited. Agatha’s small rivers overstay their welcome and invade banana, pineapple, red bean and corn plantations. Most sewer systems in Honduras are too small or blocked with garbage to contain her callowness.
Winter in the valley comes with mixed feelings…

In the very dry tropical forest, trees loose all their leaves during summer. The earth cracks, the creeks dry up, the river muddies, and hundreds of yellow, green or orange butterflies fly around town in search of puddles. Winter came the day all butterflies escaped eastbound, running away from electric storm clouds gathering in the west valley. Constant flashes of green, yellow and orange crossed the air in exodus, marking the beginning of the rainy season. Things that looked dead suddenly burst into emerald, olive and lime tones. Mountain ranges that used to sit yellow and light brown against baby blue skies, now stand a deep blue in front of constant grey “Agatha” clouds. I wait, unable to trust meteorologists, hoping the camp will go as planned, that my budget won’t disappear, that my boss won’t have a fit and decide to cancel it all, that the buses will take us there, and that the kids will find permission from their parents to go.

One response to ““Agatha”; the storm to end the drought

  1. hey moica, hope u re fine!! take your time and privacy for u and your future decissions🙂 I added your blog-link in mine… nah nah🙂

    give some news beside your blog… abrazo
    martin

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s