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
Being dropped
I’m not sure where we were living, probably the projects in San Pedro… or if I was two or three… but I see a dark hallway with steps. This memory came to me the way so many of my family
Emergent Spirituality
I’ve been pondering our trip to the Yucatan and the ruins there, including Chichen Itza. It is so complex, I am still unpacking it all. One thing I realized is that I always lead with my concerns about inequity. Seeing
Our innate rightness
We held our first retreat in our sanctuary this weekend and it was good and deep medicine for all. My inner child’s heart felt so full and grateful to be bringing this service in an interconnected way. And to see
mobile sanctuario
We finished building our Temazcal this weekend, so many warm, caring helping hands came together to lift stone upon stone, tie together vine upon vine weaving wood, earth and stone to create a place of reconnection, rest and purification with
Naming the Inner Colonizer
A while back mi maestra Estela told us we all need to recognize our own inner colonizer when doing the work of liberating ourselves. I resonated with this term so much because I always felt we need to acknowledge that
Navigating media, reclaiming Life
I shared a platica (talk) last night on media and it felt good to put in one place many of my reflections and experiences over the years. Above all that we all need to lift off any blame, shame and
Medicina cada dia, ceremony every day
I’ve heard the aboriginal communities are saying at this time we must engage in ceremony 70% of the time to know how to live and heal with the earth. And yet as we are living in a time where we
The Silver Lining and the System (on Post Traumatic Growth)
Around age 10, I started to learn to use the concept of the ‘silver lining’ to manage my grief/loss and helplessness. At this age, I had already moved around 12 times with different caregivers and I was generally depressed. It
Letting go of Striving
Every new year it becomes clear that we are acculturated to striving. It reminds me of a documentary series I love to watch with my children called Capitalism. In the first episode, it discusses how we have been taught to