Prison

It has been a long while since I last wrote an update. The truth is, I was not in the park all of September. I returned a week ago and it has taken some adjustment to get used to beauty and freedom after a month working in a detention facility.

Since I returned, every time I try to write about the beauty around me and it’s obliviousness towards all the suffering so close to it, my fingers can’t type anymore. I almost feel in prison myself being here instead of interviewing and documenting cases at the border. I wonder if I will ever get used to just “being” and enjoying color-changing leaves and happy tourists.

This week I also feel in prison because I belong at the steps of the supreme court holding a sign reading “Kava-Nope” I am there in spirit that’s for sure.

An encouraging development is that I have found a few people here who are eager to expand beyond the granite mountains. I like them and we are slowly becoming friends; That makes me happy. Maybe we can build a project that brings us to the rest of the country through park based activities and leadership… I am not sure how will that happen yet. I have so many thoughts brewing in my head.

For now, my reality looks like this: