06/07/2025
Been getting fed by the natural beauty and vibrant bounty of Mexico these last couple weeks, and I feel revitalized in every way. A year of spiritual, physical, and emotional depletion had been devastating on many levels for me. So this much needed restorative deposit has been a balm.
When I remember that this is how many—including my parents and ancestors—felt for nearly the entirety of their lives because there seemed no alternative way to balance a life well-lived, work, and responsibilities to family and relationships, it truly astounds me. My mom shared recently that she couldn’t fathom how she did it all (worked full-time except when on maternal leave and raised 4 children) when she looked back at motherhood, in particular. She wondered how she did it all (with no consistent help aside from my father), and we both considered the various costs and toll: depression, low motivation, becoming a shell of oneself, a lack of curiosity (that takes energy and imagination, too), strained relationships, isolation, and more. Picking up the pieces of oneself takes time and devotion, indeed. May we all find time, whether extended or brief, to re-integrate our fragmented parts and become a more whole version of ourselves.
I feel blessed by the privilege of visioning and living the alternative lifestyle possibilities that my parents passed on through their various sacrifices to be able to carve out and prioritize time to replenish my depleted self and reserves before they run out completely. Thank you Mexico, for mothering me in so many treasured ways for many years now. This is the place I’ve traveled to for care—despite the horrible, singularly stigmatized narrative about it—more than any other in the world, ironically, because my own country doesn’t make nurturing myself in similar ways as accessible these days.🤷🏽♀️🙏🏾🙏🏾💕💕✨✨
