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The ancestors are as close as our breath, food in our bellies, wind on our faces, ground beneath our feet, birdsong in our ears, longings in our hearts, pulses of our souls, cellular intelligences, stardust. The ancestors call to us through the cracks of all that would keep us from them. They are help for the helpers; change for the changemakers. |
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I identify as Chicanx, bisexual, cis-woman, late-identified Autistic and VAST. I currently reside in Tucson, Arizona. I am also a practicing psychologist, and I wrote my dissertation based on the teachings I received from the elders at Alma de Mujer. I am descended from people who made the Sonoran Desert borderlands their home going back generations. They include northern Mexican Indigenous people, as well as settler colonialists from the Iberian Peninsula, Ireland, and France--and many ancestors who have made themselves known to me in my heart but whose names and stories I have yet to know. You can read more about my influences here.
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Ancestor altar at Alma de Mujer
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