I’d really like to get better at blogging my experience. There’s so much to process that I find myself feeling tired and a little overwhelmed at the end of the day. I’ve been contemplating the concept of “home”, and what it means for me, a xicana, a daughter of immigrant parents, to return to Mexico and work in “solidarity” with OaxaqueNos in a mainly white collective. I feel like my identity and privilege are constantly being challenged and transforming. I also think I’m feeling a little bitter about notions of “global justice” and “human rights”, and don’t know how to verbalize my frustration in a constructive manner without sounding like an angry brown girl.

I’ll start taking photos soon

Vine de mojada (con la lluvia). I brought the rain with me, that’s what my padrino told me. It was raining so beautifully the night I got to Oaxaca.

To be honest, I am not sure what will come out of this blog. What I really want to accomplish is a sense of meaning out of my experiences in Oaxaca and how they may or may not relate to grassroots organizing work that I’ve done in MPLS. I also hoping that in the future I will have the opportunity to write/blog in a more collaborative and inclusive space as opposed to individualistic authorship.

That’s it for now. I will write more later when my work begins and I will try to post pictures as soon as possible.