My Grandfather Carried Wisdom Through Music

I want to find my way back

And you carry the sentence almost nobody says out loud: I'm not indigenous enough to claim this. I carried it for years as the granddaughter of a Yaqui musician. The roots never asked you for proof.

I want my body back

And every strength program is written for someone who doesn't look like you, doesn't carry what you carry, and started at twenty. I rebuilt mine at 44, training with my cycle instead of against it.

I also formulate skincare for this same woman at Dorada.mx

I want to understand how my head works

And you have spent half your life believing you were lazy, too much, or disorganised. I recognised myself at forty, without a consultation, and the pattern had been written in my own songs for twenty years.