Birth

I woke up in New Jersey today and I'm a mother of 2 beautiful girls. Born at home, with their family. Mixing two Central American histories of love and war, they made grand entrances to this world and I know they are determined to carry a legacy of transformation and transcendence.

I married an amazing man who is full of pain, passion, love and vision. I have struggled to see how my family copes with his presence, with his skin full of stories, just as I have struggled with his love. Yet, I continue to love him, the father of my girls. He reminds me that life is duality, reminds me to work hard every day to create the life I want. 

Becoming a mother has made me face the darkest parts of myself no one ever sees. Family is witness to things no camera can capture. 

Peace.