As a diasporic Xicanx Indigena mixie and adoptee, I was raised by the land of salmon and mountains, of rain and forests, of water and wind. I now live between many worlds, as uninvited guest, in traditional Chinook territory, as a visitor in Syilx territory and as a humble returnee to my paternal ancestral homelands in Ndeh and Purépecha territory.
My Indigenous ancestors are from land where earth is hot and water is scarce, where death is celebrated and the ancestors honored. From them, I inherited my threshold sensibility. As early as eight years old I was pouring over images and stories of death. I would spend hours alone marveling at the realms between worlds and the gorgeous and necessary relationship between birth and death.