So, I'm here. In my new home. With my Elephant. God she's awesome. Things are different. Waking to a new face & a new sunshine. It feels great. I went in with an open mind & an open heart & I feel at home in my place. People have walked past our door & love what we've done with the place. It's my place to come home to & I'm growing to love it more & more every time I walk through these doors. I miss my Ellie & I know I will until she comes back. New places, new faces, something I'd like to call finding forever. I know I will embark on new adventures & discover new places within myself but it's the beginning of forever for me.
Today I went to a Correctional Institute for Women. It was quite intense. I got a chance to meet & interact with some beautiful, educated, imprisoned women. These ladies spoke of the progression that they have reached even within those thick walls. We had a Socratic seminar about choice theory and how it has changed the way these women carry themselves and changed the way they see themselves from the inside out. Though it seemed pretty fierce just by saying the words "I'm visiting a women's prison," the experience was invaluable. I was enlightened by the entire concept of this trip. I never thought that I would find such phenomenal women behind these walls. Most women that I met were there for 20 plus years and had the sweetest hearts, seemed as if they wouldn't ever hurt a fly. This facility wasn't your typical prison; it was actually a rehabilitation center. What all prisons should strive to mimic. I was blown away by the creativity and heartfelt artwork that these women created. I couldn't even begin to explain the emotions that it all provoked. I can say that one of those emotions definitely wasn't pity. Learning about choice theory, or scratching the surface rather, opened my eyes to the realization that circumstances are only imitative of your actual attitude. In other words, life is what you make it.
God I love this.
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"beautiful, educated, imprisoned women"
wow..remember our lockup:raw nites with snacks? lol but seriously, remember how we kept talking about rehabilitation..
you got me with the "what all prisons strive to mimic" aka san quentin, with the most artistic prisoners I'd ever seen documented.
yeah, it was intense. To me, this blog doesn't even give it justice. It didn't even compare to san quentin! Or any other prison to be honest. So, the chair of the dept. wants to take us either to a men's prison or a juvenile hall to see the differences between an actual jail & this quasi rehabilitation prison. Should be interesting. . .
wow! that sounds awesome. I'm glad you are open to learning. it's going to be a great year for you baby girl.
nice..! i'm a bit jealous, you may be like our favorite chubby little journalist..remember? the blondie?
"i backed up slowly out of the cell..&shut off my camera when he asked if i was filming. then once i was out, the guard told me..'you have no idea how lucky you are that you made it out here alive!'"
haha. good times..
congrats!
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