moving with the rosa, lavender + comfrey blue hues watercolored on the sky on the tierra of the guanes, musicas, + guaches people i come to myself. calli/home. you are all i feel. you are sensation, you are force, you are an ancestor prayer calling me whole. as we move to the coasts i am wrapped in calli. pero claro que si, i am from the salty coastal waters of pueblos older than acapulco méxico, the people of afro-indiginaity the winged, four-legged, + finned beings that compost love into our waters. the coast calls. they call me in a way that my soul remembers.
migraciones sur are migrations of remembrance. ancestor cebías over 180 years old extend their limbs sin vergüenza to grandfather sky. standing heartbeat to heartbeat las historias of the guane came through. standing heartbeat to heartbeat the blessings of star people where felt.
plantitas breathe out the stories that colombia doesn't always speak. bamboo, bougainvillea, and coffee grow in abundance in the mountains, near the fresh waters + in the cities. they call in lineages two-legged beings erase. each of these plantitas tells the stories of ongoing colonization of native lands by foreigners and current caretakers. each share the painful truths of what it means when our lands are owned, when our lands have a price, when our lands are reflections of how brown bodies are treated: exploitable, exotic, expensible. each sharing their adaptability to the changes brought on by two-legged beings, the changes of globalization, changes of native people protecting ancient connections.
plantitas are truthttellers + migraciones sur are migrations of calli. home gravitates towards spirit. and spirt is home.
in this dusk, these moments when the veil into other worlds feels thinnest, i am calli.
may we learn lessons from turtle, may you be your own calli tonight.