I recently came across a reflective question: "¿Y dónde está tu ombligo?" which literally translates to 'And where is your navel?' but it urged me to dig deeper, asking, "Where is your center?" If I trace my roots, I am a Maquilishuat seed, a small piece broken off of one of El Salvador’s national trees, and transplanted to Los Angeles, California. I am the daughter of two Salvadoran immigrants who still long for home and the product of refugees who carry the weight of both fear and hope from generations past.

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My mother is an Aries Sun, and she raised me to see the fire that I carry within. She showed me how to use my fire to cultivate the land that is our field of Esperanza y Fe. She shared her wisdom by maintaining a curious spirit and with intentions of not only clearing but paving the path for her children and generations to come. She paved a path that extends from Los Angeles, California, to Chinamenca, San Miguel, El Salvador. The refugee mother is a mother that plants cafe y maiz to guide her path from her new home to the place where her heart was partially left.   

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