I prayed for it✨

For months now, I’ve been walking through a Warrior’s Test. Many of my Elders have shared their own trials—grueling experiences that shaped them not just in strength but in Spirit. A true Warrior isn’t measured by physical endurance alone but by the resilience of the mind, the steadiness of integrity, and most importantly, the openness of the heart.

This, I’ve learned, is the difference between a soldier and a Warrior.

A soldier moves forward under external command, often marching for a cause determined outside of themselves. That’s not to say a soldier doesn’t believe in their mission, but their force is driven outward, structured & programmed like a machine. A Warrior, on the other hand, is guided from within—by something greater, something ancient. A Warrior knows that the last option is to pick up their bow, that true power isn’t in destruction but in protection, in preservation, in knowing when to act and when to walk away.

This initiation has not only tested my endurance but has sharpened my discernment. It has revealed where my edges are, where my balance wavers, where my heart still clings to what must be let go. And the test is never what you think it is.

Integrity has always been my foundation. I have to be in alignment with who I am, how I show up, and what I allow in my circle. But stepping deeper into that integrity means not everyone CAN walk with me. Authenticity demands work—it strips away illusion, and not everyone is ready for that. So as I move forward, the challenges don’t get simpler—they become more layered & complex, less about right and wrong and more about walking in harmony with truth.

This entire journey has asked me to examine how I show up, how I forgive, how I hold pain, how I withstand exhaustion. It has stretched me to my limits, taken me to the cliff’s edge, and then asked me to keep going. And through that perseverance, I have met myself in ways I never have before.

And then, of course, came the Warrior mark.…
TO BE CONTINUED (@sabertooththomas )

I’m deeply humbled and honored that @startlandnews has shared my story—our story. Their platform isn’t just amplifying voices; it’s creating space for real conversations about the complexities, fears, and resilience within our communities.

My hope in sharing this is simple: may it soften hearts. May it remind us that before politics, before divisions, before walls and borders, we are human. That our parents, grandparents, and ancestors have endured, fought, and survived. And that same resilience, strength, and power lives within us.

We are magnetic. We are powerful. We are fearless. We carry deep medicine.

So we move forward—rooted, clear, and unwavering. With strong backs, cool minds, and warm hearts, we rise.

Read the article. (Link in Bio) Share it. Let it bring hope to those walking through uncertainty. We are here. We are unshakable.✨

To My Latinas: We Belong Everywhere✨

Last week, I had the honor of attending @kc_fashionweek to support my sweet brother as he took the runway. But before stepping into that space, I battled an old, familiar wound—the voice that tries to tell us we don’t belong.

I’ve done so much work around this, yet there it was again. When I thought of Fashion Week, I thought of labels—Prada, Gucci, the hunger to be seen. And I told myself, That’s not my world. I don’t care about those things. I felt resistance creeping in.

But this is why I keep people of integrity around me. My best friend reminded me that fashion isn’t just about luxury or status. It’s about creativity, about misfits, about expression and challenging norms. And she was right.

Then, I remembered something bigger than my own discomfort. My little ego, my little feelings—they didn’t matter. What mattered was showing up, shifting narratives, and rewriting the unspoken rules about where we belong. Taking up space so that the next generation never questions if they should.

Every detail mattered—the makeup I wore, created by an Indigenous artist. I adorned myself with Grandmother Karen’s Turquoise jewelry, carrying the strength of our Ancestors. My hair, done in ceremony. The white leopard print I wore, embodying resilience and power. I walked in with my people, my spiritual team, my Ancestors. And we took up space, baby!!!

Then—the first designer was a Latina. Bad Bunny blasted through the speakers. The entire room expanded with us.

So this is your reminder, mi amor: We belong everywhere. The boardroom. The fashion show. The chemistry lab. The places we’ve been made to feel invisible.

“Do not shrink your sacred to make others comfortable.”

#LatinaPower #WeBelongEverywhere #TakeUpSpace #RepresentationMatters #SacredAndSeen

Mis Amores.

Don’t forget today to just stand in the sun—to let all the energy of winter, of darkness, wash away with the sunlight. As we drive back into the city, I’m reminded of how magical these days are. The Spring Equinox is a portal, a moment of perfect balance before we step fully into the energy of renewal.

And I know how intense this past week was. Everything happening in the collective, politically, energetically—it was heavy. It’s always the hardest right before we experience a rebirth. Many of us felt it—those last remnants of what we can’t take into spring surfacing one final time. But now, we’ve made it. It’s springtime.

So how do we celebrate this shift? For me, it’s about presence. It’s about standing in the sun, spending time with my family, and embracing the things that bring joy. In many Indigenous traditions, spring represents the birth of new possibilities. Our ancestors understood that this is the time to plant—not just in the earth but in our spirits.

There’s a Nahua story that speaks to this: how the earth, after resting through the long winter, awakens with the help of the Sun and the Rain. The seeds that lay dormant, hidden in the soil, finally break through. But they don’t grow alone. They are nourished by everything that came before them—by the lessons of the past, by the unseen hands of those who prepared the land. This is why intention matters.

We’ve been talking to our boys about that—about setting intentions, about being fully present. When you are, you can feel your loved ones all around you. We’ve already had a couple make their presence known today, even our fur baby, Mac. These are the magical days when the veil is thin, when the past, present, and future all weave together.

So now, it’s time. Time to plant the seeds of wisdom gathered in the stillness of winter. Time to step into the light and watch them bloom.

Happy Spring Equinox. 🌱

The immigration system isn’t broken because of the people—it’s broken because it’s outdated, intentionally unjust, and designed to keep us in limbo. And we’re seeing that play out everywhere.

To those who have prayed for me, checked in, supported, and held space—thank you. Not knowing if my DACA would be renewed, Brandon and I had to prepare for whatever came next. But this weekend, I got the news: I’ve been approved for another two years. Today, I get to renew my driver’s license. I get to breathe—for now.

And yet, this moment is layered. I’m deeply grateful for this renewal, for the ability to continue building, creating, and being in community. But I also know none of us are truly safe. Even permanent residents—who did it the so-called “right way” (which is bullshit anyway)—are seeing their rights revoked.

Just because I’m okay for now doesn’t mean the fight is over. This isn’t just about me. This is about all of us. When one of us is at risk, we all are. My status being secured for two more years doesn’t mean I stop showing up, fighting, or holding space for my people. We move together.

And because of that, I’m choosing to be even more intentional with my energy, my time, and my voice. If we don’t take care of ourselves, we can’t show up for others. And if you’re not going to be on the frontlines, at least be the watchdog. Speak up. Take action.

I’m also letting go of anything that doesn’t serve this purpose. Racism, programming, fragility, lies & illusions—I don’t have time for any of it. If it’s not real, I refuse to hold space for it.

So today, I celebrate. Because joy is resistance. Because rest is necessary. Because we must hold onto what keeps us human. From this place of gratitude, I continue to create, to fight, and to stand with my comunidad.

We are not done. We never were.