Right now, we are at a spiritual crossroads. You are either clearing your lineage or adding karmic debt to it. And the debt? It will come due. Maybe not in your lifetime—but your children, your grandchildren, or their children will carry the weight.

If you’re not using your voice, your privilege, your position to protect the MOST vulnerable, to speak for those who are being silenced, then you are complicit in the harm. You are feeding a system that was built on extraction and erasure. And the cost will be far greater than you realize.

The ancestors are walking among us—some here to heal, others still clinging to the power they stole. The energy is palpable. Those walking with Love are being called to rise. And those rooted in colonization, in racism, in entitlement? That energy is being exposed too.

This is soul work. This is lineage work. And you don’t get to opt out without consequence.

Today, I offer this in the spirit of Mother.

1. All children are our children.
To mother is to love beyond bloodlines. My boys, my spirit baby, and the many little (and not-so-little) ones I’ve been trusted to love—I carry you in my heart. Whether for a moment or a season, thank you for letting me pour into you.

To the mothers of the world, to the grieving mamas, the fierce protectors, the ones giving their bodies, hearts, and prayers for their children—I see you. I hold you.
We must remember: until we live in the energy of Mother, we will never truly protect what matters most. All children are our children.

2. You are more than the title.
Being a mother is sacred—but it is not all that you are.
To me, being a mother means opening your heart to love, to serve, to give to something greater than yourself. But let’s release the box of what a mother is “supposed” to be.
You can be a mother and still be sexy.
You can be a mother and still be powerful.
You can be a mother and still chase your dreams, take up space, wear red lipstick, dance at midnight, set boundaries, start over.
Motherhood doesn’t mean erasing yourself. It means expanding in love—without disappearing.

3. A prayer of remembrance.
We all came from a woman. And today, I invite us to remember the sacredness of those who have mothered us—biological or not. Those who nurtured us, guided us, and loved us when we forgot how to love ourselves. This day is for them, too.

I offer a special blessing to my mother, my grandmothers, and the women in my lineage whose prayers and resilience still live in my bones. Thank you for this beautiful line I get to walk.
Your strength, your wisdom, your spirit—I carry it all.

And to my three babies—my two Earthside and my one in Spirit—thank you for choosing me.
Mothering you is the most sacred work I’ve been entrusted with in this life.
I’m forever grateful.

Feliz Día de las Madres.
From one mama heart to another—may we continue to rise, remember, and reclaim the power of Mother.

Cinco de Mayo isn’t just a date on the calendar—it’s a reminder of who we are.

The Battle of Puebla was a miracle of resistance. We weren’t supposed to win—but we did. Because that’s what we do. We carry fire in our bones.

Mexico, despite colonization, never lost her soul. We braided her medicine into everything—our food, our music, our dance, our prayers. And now, we are remembering.

With President Claudia, we’re watching a renaissance unfold. A re-energizing of who we’ve always been before they told us otherwise—healers, architects, astronomers, warriors, creators, protectors of Earth and Spirit.

To my people: don’t ever let this day be reduced to cheap decor and watered-down stereotypes.

Use it to reconnect.
To remember.
To reclaim.

We are not meant to shrink.
We are meant to rise—with joy, with dignity, and with boundaries that protect what is Sacred.

We are invincible when we remember who we are.

To my white relatives:

What it is not is a party theme. Wearing sombreros and fake mustaches is not celebration—it’s racism. Throwing a “Mexican-themed” party without any real connection to the culture or people is appropriation, not appreciation.

I hold compassion for the fact that many of these behaviors are rooted in programming. Our media, our textbooks, our societal norms have often reduced Brown and Black cultures to caricatures. But that doesn’t excuse us from unlearning.

To truly appreciate a culture:
• Learn its history.
• Support its people.
• Shop at Mexican-owned businesses.
• Center Mexican voices—not just on May 5th,
but year-round.

We are not costumes. We are not a theme. We are a vibrant, powerful people with a rich, living culture—and that deserves deep respect, not surface-level consumption.