Commentary

My Story

Where Earth Meets Sky

I come from a place many know as Mexico City. Yet, like so many names in our world, these words cannot fully capture the depth of what this land means to me—a place that has nourished the roots of my being.

I am one of countless children born from the era of European expansion, the enslavement of African peoples, and the resistance of Indigenous communities across the territory now called the Americas. Still, I honor the name given by the ancients: Anáhuac.

When I share these words with you, my intention is not to confine my identity or consciousness solely to this chapter of history. I hope you understand that I also see myself as a child of the Earth, nurtured by starlight—a timeless being. Within me flows the wisdom and eternity of the cosmos, magnitudes that transcend the world we can name, and thus, the world we can fully comprehend.

Yet, I have chosen to embrace the intricate web of thoughts, relationships, and histories that shape my social identity—a web woven in the most recent chapter of our collective journey. This era, marked by thunder and chant, has profoundly shaped the world as we know it.

I will embody the light and shadows cast upon the world, which now defines our silhouettes on the horizon.

I do this so that when we speak of the stories of our path—if judgment arises—I will stand as both: the oppressor and the oppressed, the native and the foreigner, the one who seeks justice and the one who chases opportunity.

I will reflect every skin color named by our voices or overlooked by our gaze. I will embody the light and shadows cast upon the world by this process of pain and glory, which now defines our silhouettes on the horizon.

Only in this way can I hope to avoid losing sight—avoid following fingers that point, searching for someone to blame—and prevent my steps from growing heavy under the weight carried by those who, while living, die in suffering. I am what is touched by my soul, not judged by my mind.

In this slow journey of mine across the Earth, I walk lightly, with quiet steps, striving to see the world through compassion and learn from every stumble. I listen to the songs time whispers on the wind, along the path where Earth meets sky, where day and night converge to birth the land of tomorrow.

It is a path where I neither was nor will be… yet in every moment, I am.

-Tierra del Sur