Coming back to my mother's medicine

Recently loosing my abuelita, I not only mourn this women who was such a big part of who I am, I also mourn all the wonderful stories.  Stories of the spirit world, what it was like growing up on the rancho, the food she would have and sometime not have and her plantas.  This was medicine to me.  The medicine of my family.  When she died I thought all of this had died with her. After talking to a friend I realized it hadn't...of coarse.  I carry on her medicine through the smoke I hold and the plantas I grow....

{salvia real}

{romero, aloe vera,lavender, and toloache}

the beginnings of my medicine garden.....

The beginnings...

Hey Mujeres!!
This is dedicated to all those mujeres that grew up being called grenuda by your mamas, abuelitas, tias and sometimes the crazy neighbors.  
La Grenuda got started because one day my friends, aka sisters, and I were talking and it turns out that we were all called grenuda when we were little.  I know that a lot of little girls were probably called this however what was interesting to me is to find out that my really really close friends, the women I hold close to my heart, my sisters, were all called this.  I have surrounded my myself with a bunch of grown up grenudas!  
So what is a grenuda?  It was that little girl who looked like she never combed her hair, the one that was always in trouble, she was always outside discovering the world. Only to grow up to be the non-conformist;  The women who won't be used as a door mat; who speaks her mind and is often the one who advocates for people who can not do it for themselves.
La Grenuda is all this and more.  I realized when looking for blogs written for the mexican/ indigenous women and her lifestyle, I found nada!  So that is when I came up with idea to take it upon myself.

Me
photo by Jessica Barr 

Keep in mind I do my best to do things in a good way, with respect, so if some of you get offended it was not my intention.
Peace....