A mother knows what she knows. Supporting my daughter through dengue fever and its aftermath, I was routinely dismissed by medical personnel and even my partner. And given advice that would have been dangerous had I heeded it, in their
On Rest…
The industrialized nations and industrial revolution have habituated masses of people away from knowing their innate need and right to REST. When REST is the root of everyone’s nervous system regulating, coming back to our senses, reducing stress, experiencing clear
poetic justice at Chichen Itza
More social media posts, this one from travels to the Yucatan…. Something interesting at Chichen Itza were the vendors who come in early in the morning and set up their tables selling all manner of touristy trinkets, jewelry, carved masks,
Crystals!
I am leaving social media so I will be posting some of my writings from there here, just for fun :) — A new age GIANT crystal display in town reminds me of a time when I was in a
Planting seeds of communal regeneration
Tonight we held a tamale cooking class in my home, featuring my amiga Sabina from Oaxaca. We’ve been holding these classes for over a year now to help her raise funds and bridge our communities, and every time it is
Laying down the script (remembering egalitarianism)
I haven’t written for awhile as we have been very busy tending the milpa and tree sanctuary. With deep joy and gratitude, I have been weeding, carrying logs, and walking around with loppers giving all our plant siblings haircuts, my
How my son saved my life and reclaiming our whole selves
The other day after a glorious morning in the wild orchard near me, birds flitting from gnarled tree to tree, teasel stalks blowing in the wind, the sweet earth laden with apples, surrounded by bright red rosehip sisters…I brought home
Celebrating Winter Solstice as a Family
In this time where corporate capitalism is telling us that materialism is the source of joy, Winter Solstice, like Mother Earth herself calls us back to what is grounded, true, enduring. The experience and language of our ancestors, our hearts
Hermanas/Sisters
When I was four years old, my sisters organized a little birthday party for me. Struggling in extreme poverty as an immigrant single mother, my mother rarely celebrated any of her children’s birthdays. So it was significant that they pulled
Healing with love
Back to memoir…. After my mother bravely gave birth to me two months premature, I spent the first month of my life in an incubator. It is no wonder why for much of my life I have focused on connection,