Expressions

“Rosebud gave me hope and helped me to see that there is a purpose for my life”. Susan, participant at Metro Prison

“I now know I can create my own life”!
Dwayne, participant, Hancock Prison

"I believe in Rosebud's mission, leadership and partnerships will increase self responsibility and reduce recidivism."
Marty Hartman, donor, President, Metalite

 

Fifty things I like about AM Kitchen and Metro By “Skeeter” at Metro Prison

“Are you crazy? Are you absolutely out of your mind? I am in prison! There is nothing that I love about my life!”

This is the response I got from one woman when I asked the class what they loved about their life. Skeeter had struggled since her arrival. I challenged her getting right in her face and saying emphatically,

“Do you want to change your life?”

“Yes.”

“Then you will take on this assignment. By next week you will make a list of fifty things you love about this prison and ten will be about morning kitchen.”

Morning kitchen was her job assignment and had proved to be a dangerous place.

This was her response:

 

At one AM my watch will sound,
For just one prayer the peace abounds

In the dark we’re all the same,
Slumber seems to make us tame.

Plenty of time to wash and pee,
Toothpaste and the soap is free.

Daily khakis always pressed,
No wardrobe choices here to stress.

Bible chapter in the hall,
Fifty pushups before they call.

Stars are bright, the air is cool,
Officers don’t enforce the rules.

Kitchen crew, not at their best,
Thirty voices joke and guess.

More or less with pride they face,
The list of tasks to run this place.

A deep voice rises in the throng
A steeple from the past in song.

Holy Spirit on her breath
Sacred words of God are blessed.

The refrain is lost in pots and pans,
Pineapple chunks in an open can.

Homemade cookies to us are tossed
We devour them all – warm- still soft.

Hours melt in mindless chores
A seat on the heater cures muscles sore.

Soap suds fights while meat trays soak
Monster fans to chase the smoke.

Private stories by the hour
Kitchen ladies with gentle power.

Crispy apple, sandwich grilled,
Healthy choice or eat your fill.

We have a life, a name and then,
The clock strikes ten and out again.

Secret sister, sign for face,
A bible verse in silent space.

Puppy kiss from dogs on task,
Inmates happy – no chores at last.

Pray or draw or as I please,
Shower, read, or watch TV.

Yard call and a chance to walk,
Make friends and enjoy the talks.

Visitation makes me high,
Until it’s time to say good-by.

But nowhere else I’ve ever been
Have I felt so free from sin.

I’d rather be with God in here
Than lost outside without Him there.

 

Incidents from Mary Campbell, Rosebud Foundation, Inc. in her facilitating from the books Houses of Healing and Power Source.

Meditations have been the key to my programs. I have found that doing the meditations consistently have folks coming back to class as they have given participants a place of refuge from the storm. They have communicated as such to me, in both classes at the prison and at the youth detention center. Two particular incidents come to mind:

A woman who had been in my class at the women’s prison came to me after class and requested an opportunity to talk. She said that one night in the previous week there was violence in her room. One of the women in her dormitory had made a shank and had badly cut another woman. The corrections officers had come as had the paramedics and there was lots of yelling and confusion. She said that she noticed because of our class that the feelings that were coming up at the moment did not have anything to do with what was happening now.

She was reminded of the domestic violence that she experienced as a child and noticed that her body reactions were the same as they had been for years when being in similar situations. Then she remembered the tools learned in class. She started being aware of her breathing, taking deep breaths. Then she got in her bunk and did the relaxation and meditations. She said that night she slept well. This was the first time in her 43 years of life that she slept well after an incident such as that.

The other incident occurred at the Marietta Regional Youth Detention Center. The population there is transient, and I always have new kids in class. I had been facilitating this class for about six months and was totally frustrated. Kids were cutting up in class and it was difficult to control the group and get them to listen. My prayer was, “Dear God, please give me some indication that this is where I should be on Sunday nights instead of doing something more fun.”

The next Sunday night I asked the fifteen kids who showed up who had been there before. About half the class raised their hands. “Why did you come back?” I asked sarcastically. One young man raised his hand and said, “This is the fourth time I have been to this class. Every time I come I cut up during the meditation. One day this past week there was a lot of confusion and stuff going on on the unit. I went in my room and tried to relax and meditate. You know, this stuff REALLY works!” I sat there and tears came to my eyes and thought, “Thanks, God. I got my answer.” About fifteen minutes later the Juvenile Corrections officer carried him out of there because he was cutting up during the meditations. I was reminded that even when we think they are not getting it, they are.