Babymamahood is a mother and daughter led project, founded on the ancestral science of our abuelitas y elders. It is a living space where we share how we thrive in Babylon (the hood) . We honor all the elemental forces that have allowed us to learn this very simple healing practice and we thank all our ancestors and relations who continue to bless and support this work. Our goal is to inspire and to help sustain the lives of mamas and babies everywhere.

Based in Oakland, CA.

Zion and Juju create potions to love on sadness and recovery. 

In My Wildest Dream (job)


I’ve been really thinking about what it is that I want to do with my life & not worry about the financial aspect of it. Not worry about the parental aspect of it.  Meaning, just let myself dream for a moment. So, I’ve asked myself a series of questions…

What are the feelings that I want to have while I do the work that I do?

As someone who has been teaching for the past 12 years in different capacities & in different cities, I want a job that brings up the feelings of self care. I want to feel like the work & love that I put in is not only meaningful to others, but also to me. I want my dedication to feel like it is being reciprocated. That somehow as I do my work for others, I am doing it for myself first or at least second. I don’t want to come last at my job—emotionally & spiritually speaking. 

I want the kind of work where it feels like play. 

I want to do it with my daughter. 

In thinking about what I would love to do with my life, I asked myself what are the things that I love the most?

I love jam sessions with organic instruments & bodies. I love travel. I love movement & dance & how music reminds my body of grace. I love to write for myself. I love spirituality. I am in awe with the power of breath & meditation. I love peace & silence. I love loud drumming. I love watching my daughter grow. I love being a witness to growth. I love handling dirt & planting seeds in flowerpots. I love gains, nuts, fruits, & veggies. I love taking long walks. I love learning. I love sitting at a table with tea & laptop. I secretly love taking pictures. I love polaroids. I love looking at nature like a picture. I love to stare & eye-trace the lines of what others call imperfections. I love shapes. I love to touch textured surfaces. I love turtles. I am terrified of water, but love the idea of my bones & muscles swimming. I want to go underneath the gaps of the earth. I want to see more. I want to find my father. He is dead, but I want to find him… I love taking things apart. I love putting things together. I love being a solution. I love challenging others & myself for the purpose of feeling & healing. I love how open & expansive & calculated the stars are. I love how responsive the universe is. 

So, now that I have this list. In my wildest dream here is what I have conjured:

I want my home to be a canvass. Underneath that canvass is a map. I want to live my life scratching borders & skies. I want my daughter’s uniform to be the grass. To spend her days running outside as wild & loud as her voice can grasp. I want to teach about history by being on the land, by seeing the Sphinx & crossing the paths like the trials of tears & the triangular trade... Yes, I want her to read books, but I also want her to look up; to understand braille, because sometimes we see more with our eyes closed & through what we feel. I want her school ID to be a passport. To perfect a recipe for mosquito repellent. I want to be light. To master the art of letting go & only taking what we can carry. I want to compost, to reuse the waste. To dig my hand into the land & honor her for what she brings & what I put in. I want to write with very light editing. I want it raw. I want to honor the mistakes. I want to backpack with my Zi. I want our tongues to witness new ways to fold sound. To let our spirits dance barefoot on ancient ground. I do not want to travel with any agendas. Any political thought. I do not want to infringe. I just want to bring myself, my guides of light, & feel the world all around. To live my through the five sense as god bes... See, what I've learn & what I could bring back to my home, the page. What word I could give to wherever that time, space, reality is… I really want to redefine what it means to travel as a babymama with a child & not worry about the stability, respectability aspect of it. I rather be poor with many homes. Then, be stuck right here with only a circle of where to go.

Thank you for allowing me to dream. I just got word that today is the New Moon. Wow, the universe be knowing. 

Here's to making a living by letting living make me. <3


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