Alaska. What a spectacular, breathtaking vacation!
But I wasn’t two days into it when I realized something.
Just how much I needed this break.
How much I needed to relax. Have fun. Do whatever the heck I wanted. And, most particularly, I needed to get away from the border.
Yes, I did say that.
It had become more of a weight than I realized. This daily barrage of disheartening news, of mistreatment of other human beings, of lack of due process and other human rights abuses.
I needed a break from the weight of our border reality.
And I didn’t know just how much until I had left it all behind.
My phone went silent. No more daily text messages about how many families were being sent to which shelters. How many volunteers were needed where.
No more disturbing news about what was happening — unless I chose to look at it on my phone.
And every day I got to choose.
Choose how I was going to spend the day. Where I was going to go. How long I’d stay. What and when I was going to eat. Whether or not I wanted to splurge on some unanticipated treat.
Adventure was my companion. Spontaneity became my best friend.
I felt special, spoiled, so grateful, and so free.
As I reflected at the end of each day, I saw how privileged I was to have such freedom. I also noticed how easy it is to to get lost in a bubble – that kind of enclosed space in which only what affects me, and those I care about, is all that matters.
It’s true I had to put El Paso aside for awhile. To not think about the border. Yet, despite the need for self-care, I found I could not take the people out of my heart. I know this because I readily and easily talked about the border situation whenever anyone asked me where I was from or what I did.
One stranger who sat down next to me at the Seattle airport in between connections genuinely thanked me afterwards for informing her about this side of the immigration story.
Being a voice of truth in solidarity with those who are hurting is a responsibility that I believe comes with this unbelievable freedom.
Tomorrow is the International Day of Remembrance of the Slave Trade and its abolition. This is another area in which I am coming to better understand my privileged freedom. And the need for solidarity.
Recently I heard from a presenter at our gathering in Albuquerque that as a result of our Living School experience, we are more aware of the pain in the world. Certainly the Living School has brought more awareness to the plight of people of color and of the marginalized.
I think that what is also true is that as a result of my experiences at the border and my exposure to the driving factors of migration, I am more aware of the pain in the world.
And in my awareness of this pain lies my awareness of my responsibility to be in solidarity with a hurting world.
No matter where I find myself. Whether doling out donations to migrants or gliding over gorgeous glaciers in Denali.