Martha, the woman of method and energy, the therapist and plant lover, had banished from her body the fruit of serenity that she had worked on for so long, the one that brought balance and peace, that made her walk as if she were floating, that when she approached it spread joy like the laughter of the innocent who laughs for the first time. That fruit that cost so much effort, first to find its own seed and water it with forgiveness, patience and love, to maintain it with the self-care of observation and compassion, to give it the baths of light that day by day it required, showing it to those who approached to contemplate it. How difficult to return to her, how difficult to find herself again when the fruit has been uprooted by the chaos, the monotony and the needs of this world. There, waiting for the bus, she forgot where she was going and what she had to do that day, she breathed as she had not done in a long time, since the clients overwhelmed her, the family infected her with nostalgia and the bills did not stop coming as if they were a bottomless sack. In that breath she felt the emptiness left by that fruit plucked without realizing it, and she felt the nostalgia of those who mourn the loss of someone, for isn't there something more difficult than feeling dead in life? There, from the emptiness, he decided to return home, and look for water, earth and light to cultivate again.
Morelos, Mexico (1990) Self-taught photographer. Bachelor in Basic Education, Master in Art Pedagogy by the Centro Morelense de las Artes, specializing in anthropological photography; currently studying for a PhD in Art History at El Colegio de Morelos. Diploma in Art Education Teaching from CENART. Speaker and exhibitor. Human being and mother.