 Blessings and greetings to everyone,
Mamas, abuelitas, ninas, older sisters, comadres and all those that stepped into the role of loving, nurturing, healing, forgiving and blessing us up - we acknowledge you and thank the Creator and our ancestors for the sacredness of you on this Mother’s Day. The month of May, when we take time to honor all those that serve in this role and especially our mothers, the ones that gave us life. And although each of us has had varied experiences with our mothers, the fact is that there is a woman in this universe who literally carried us, giving us our breath, fluid, heartbeat, nutrition and ushered us into the world. The first sacrifice, warrior, and giver-of-life represented by that navel, to remind us of that first journey, that creation dance that gave us life but also changed our mothers' lives in so many ways. Not until my first son was on the way, did I get a glimpse into the multitude of feelings that it stirs up in the women that we call our mothers - from excitement to fear, happiness to sadness. And granted, I, as the father, did not have to experience the physical and connected emotional/spiritual changes that a mother feels - that which forces you to shift your priorities and give up aspects of your womanhood in order to be the best mother you can be. If for no other reason than for that first birth ceremony, all of our mothers deserve to be acknowledged and honored. And with that acknowledgement comes the recognition that each of our moms did the best that they could, with where they were at. And where they were at, at times, was confused, disconnected, afraid, angry, resentful, but mostly tired… yes, just tired. And when you’re tired with all kinds of feelings, sometimes your "hurt" shows up, and that’s what your kids see and that’s what they get. And sometimes, those wounds that our moms got from previous generations get transferred to us. But now, it’s up to us to decide we do with those lessons, the blessings and the painful ones as well. So, it is on Mother’s Day that we get the opportunity to heal, to forgive, to mend and sometimes to just accept our moms for who they are. With all their blessings and all their wounds, and in that acceptance of whom they are, we get closer to accepting who we are as well. My mom crossed over a number of years ago, but her spirit is still with me everyday. Sometimes I smell her or hear her voice, and I still so long for her beans and the best tortillas in the world. And although she wasn’t a “perfect” mom, whatever that is, she was perfect for me. So to my mom and all the mothers, grandmothers and the like, Happy Mother’s Day. And may this be a day of unconditional love, connection and sacred blessings. Maestro Jerry
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 June is the month where we celebrate Fatherhood. We designate a day to honor fathers, grandfathers, babas, tatas, abuelos and other father figures. Coincidentally, it is also the month that brings attention to men’s mental health. But interestingly, in the many years of living and growing from boyhood to manhood, to becoming a father and now a Tata (grandfather), our mental health was not something that is/was a common conversation among us men. In fact, we are taught early as young boys, regardless of what’s going on, to suck it up, tough it out, or at least to pretend that everything is okay.
I remember when I was thirteen, my Dad died and I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling. Even though I now know that I was depressed, anxious and had difficulty sleeping, I found myself unable to cry after being told that boys/men are not supposed to shed tears. So, when my friend shared his condolences and asked me how I was doing, I said “I’m alright.” “No, but that was your Dad,” he said. “I know but I’m cool, I’ll be alright,” I responded. I just put all those feelings ‘under the hood,’ pretending like I was okay, even though I truly wasn’t. Then he said to me, “Do you want to go drink a 40?,” because that’s what he saw men do when they were struggling. And so, we did. But it didn’t really take away any of the feelings I was experiencing. Over the years of living and working with boys and men, I’ve seen the ramifications of them/us not dealing with life’s day-to-day challenges and traumas in a healthy way. It is also the reason why men suffer from high rates of suicide, violence, substance abuse, addiction and incarceration. And this ends up impacting our interpersonal and family relationships, and most importantly our roles as fathers, grandfathers and guides for the next generation. But, we have the ability to break these unhealthy cycles of keeping things ‘under the hood,’ and it begins with honoring ourselves, all aspects of our health including our mental health, and recognizing ourselves as sacred. One of the most precious gifts we can give to our children, grandchildren and the young people in our lives is to open up our ‘hoods’ and begin unpacking the sometimes generations of grief, sadness, anger, fear and other feelings that impact our physical, emotional, mental and spiritual health. More importantly, it also provides an opportunity for us to be an example of embracing, sharing and working through life’s struggles in a healthy way. This allows our children, grandchildren and the other people on our lives see an example of someone dealing with the duality of life’s blessings and struggles as a normal part of life, and not as shameful experiences that you have to keep ‘under the hood.’ I am a witness to having the blessing of sitting with men and boys of all ages in “Circulo” for over 35 years now. Not only has this helped and supported me to heal, but it has also given me the opportunity to sit with my sons and other generations, embracing and reclaiming the true traditions of sacred manhood. It has also allowed us to break cycles of patriarchy and colonization, so that the generations of relations along the total gender spectrum see support and examples of how one honors one’s health and wellbeing as normal and natural everyday behavior. It begins with knowing that you are sacred and that you have values and traditions to guide the way. Let us all take that first step and bless our hoods in a sacred way. Happy Father’s Day, Maestro Jerry  This is the month of February, when many people celebrate love and Valentine’s day. And contrary to how it’s advertised or promoted, I’ve come to realize that there are many kinds of love. In honor of this month of love, I want to focus on a special kind of love that young children carry.
I have the blessing of having grandchildren from 2 ½ to 13 years of age, and each of them has their own spirit, their own gifts and their own way of showing love. To say I feel a deep love for my grandchildren is an understatement. Talk to any grandparent and they will tell you, after showing picture after picture, that somehow grandchildren can reach you in a way that for some of us, we didn’t know existed. I’ve seen super tough guys who raised their own children with an iron fist, melt in the midst of their grandchildren. I’ve seen strong mujeres who would scare you with “that look,” defend the little ones at every turn. My own mother, who was pretty strict with her rules with us growing up, allowed her grandkids to jump on the couch (we would have gotten our butts beaten for that) and walk around the house eating a tortilla with butter (we had to keep our food in the kitchen). And those grandkids could make my mom talk to them in a baby-like voice, whenever they played. What I was told by several wise grandmothers is that young children still carry the Spiritual Love from their ancestors, and that type of love is the strongest medicine. That medicine can, many times, penetrate rigid roles and expectations, and navigate through years of trauma. I also think that many of us who didn’t get that unconditional love, or had it scared out of us at an early age, long for someone to see us, acknowledge us as we are, without judgement, and bless us up with that medicinal love. But what I have also come to realize is that in order for us to be able grow, relearn and cultivate this type of love, we must be willing to do it, as my grandson says in his two-year-old voice, “ToDether, Tata" (Together, Tata). He often demands for me to play, sing, run or laugh with him, ToDether. What I began to understand is that he was inviting me to be in sacred relationship with him through simply playing. And as silly or uncomfortable as it may be for me, because I’m not used to it, I have the option of allowing him to teach me how to be in love with the moment, with the experience, and with the beauty of this little boy. I’ve had those special moments with each of my grandkids, my kids, my companion, and others as well. But, it required me to challenge myself to get it ToDether. It meant I had to do my own work to deal with past fears, develop healthy boundaries where I felt safe to be in connection with someone else, and also know that I too deserve that sacred love. That love comes in many forms.
So please, consider in this month of February all those options and possibilities, and do something loving for yourself. Then share something loving with someone else. And finally, open yourself to the universe for a sign, a message, and maybe someone inviting you to spend a loving time, ToDether. Sending my love to all of you. Maestro Jerry  Lately, I’ve been in conversations and in circulos with people who have expressed that it’s just too much, when speaking about life and their present circumstances. In a recent circulo, someone shared that they felt like they were in a dike, holding their finger to a hole to prevent it from leaking. And just when they stopped one leak, two others opened. It’s just too much. We’ve also heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours,” pointing to times when everything seems to be going in one direction. We’ve all been there, and it can be overwhelming.
I too have been there and when times like this occur, it can impact us physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I remember one particularly tough time in my life when I was struggling. As I was in deep reflection, I saw my grandmothers and tías sitting in a circle, with their arms folded, looking down. With disappointed looks, they were saying, “We’re right here and we can help. But if you want to do it on your own, go ahead, go ahead.” Thinking of that image, I began laughing, and it broke the spell of hopelessness. And... they were right. We live in world of fear, where society and its systems use fear as tool of manipulation. We are also told by society that we, individually, are responsible for fixing it. But let us not forget that our ancestors and cultures have left us many values, traditions and spiritual practices that can support us along the way. For that reason, it is important for us to have ways of being and practices to ground us, especially when things become “just too much.” Below are four of my main practices.
Bendiciones, Maestro Jerry  As we enter this month, where Father’s Day is celebrated, I stop to recall the many blessings that I’ve experienced as a father and as a grandfather; and I feel so fortunate. The making of silly faces, the singing of made-up songs, the comforting someone’s coco (hurt), the coaching of soccer and basketball games, the trying your daughter’s cheerleading moves, and sometimes just watching them sleep. Now I also feel joy by seeing our children raise their own children with such love and patience. I also know that there were so many times throughout the years that the blessings of fatherhood came my way, but I was too busy, too stressed, too scattered or trying too hard to do the “right” thing, to even enjoy those times. Like many of us, I wasn’t always in a place where I could enjoy the sacredness of Fatherhood. And to be honest, if I’m not intentional, I can fall right back into those hurried, habitual patterns. What I’ve found is that there are 4 elements that have helped me along the way that I’d like to share with you all.
So to all the fathers, grandfathers, tíos and father figures, many blessings to you. And thank you for doing your work and bringing joy to all those whose lives you’ve touched. P.S. Check out the Father's Love workbook on SueñosPublicationsLLC.com. And keep an eye out for my new book, Tata and the Mouse Family, coming soon.  It is a time of Spring blossoming, seasons changing, miracles rising, and radical faith. At the same time, many of us have experienced stormy, torrential rain, snow and winds that have disrupted our flow and made us ask, “When is the rain going to stop and when will the sun come out again?”. Regardless of how you see it, it is definitely an opportunity for growth and transformation. And what we know is that things cannot grow unless there is sufficient water and nourishment. And as I look around, there are flowers with colors that we haven’t seen in a long, long time because the seeds for those colors were buried deep in the soil… only able to come out when persistent nourishment was given. But just as the beautiful flowers grew, the weeds sprung up as well. The lesson here is that life comes in this duality. You cannot have day without night, light without darkness, blossoms without weeds, and blessings without struggles. So, the questions are, “What do you water and nourish, and what do you need to weed out of your life?”. If you don’t make room for the blessings to grow, they will be suffocated by the toxic habits, burdens, and unnourishing ways. And those miraculous dreams that are just waiting to be fulfilled will never reach the surface. I know it can seem overwhelming, but it starts with you knowing: You are a blessing to the universe and you have a sacred purpose that is waiting to be fulfilled. Don’t let the storms discourage you because the prayers of your ancestors will keep you afloat. But you must do your part… one breath, one blessing, one affirmation at a time. And don’t forget to walk where, and with whom, you feel blessed and loved. Then pass it forward because this is not only for you. The children are watching, and your actions can break generational cycles of pain, and water circles of love, trust, dignity and respect. Bendiciones, Maestro Jerry  This morning, I had the blessing of reading and sharing stories with classrooms of 2nd and 3rd graders. It was a part of Read Across America, and I had the opportunity to be in the presence of these young, energetic people.
As an author of numerous children’s books, I’ve long known the power of stories and books in the lives of children. And for that reason, I decided early on in my career to write and tell stories that brought light to the beauty of the history, culture and sacredness of children and families. The morning was fun and brought out the child in me as I used my drum, flutes, movement and sounds to share the story of Coyote, How He Gets His Name. It’s a story where the Coyote doesn’t like being a Coyote because he doesn’t see himself in books, history or movies, and "nobody wants to be Coyote." Unfortunately, so many of our children (and adults) struggle with appreciating and loving themselves, their family, or their culture, which can lead to health, mental health and other life-long issues. In the end, the Coyote learns that he is sacred, special and a blessing just as he is. So I asked the children to repeat to themselves, “I am special and a blessing, just the way I am.” Then I had them tell a classmate, “You are special and a blessing, just the way you are.” When they did that, the room lit up with their smiles and feelings of pride. Seeing them bless themselves and others brought so much joy to my heart and reaffirmed what we need in the world: the practice of acknowledging, affirming and blessing one another. So as you go about your day, bring light into your life and that of others by reminding yourself that You are special and a blessing, just the way you are. And then share the message with someone else. Bendiciones, Maestro Jerry  As a child, I remember my parents working very hard, to the point that I would joke that "I don’t think my mom sleeps." When I woke up in the morning, she was already awake. And when I went to sleep at night, she was still awake, always doing something.
They sacrificed very much so that we could get an education and live a “better life”. We also learned from general society that in order to be successful, you had to go to school and get your education. My family had a lot of respect for and faith in this western education and supported it in order to prepare us for life. The underlying messages that we were taught by society were that smart kids, or smart people in general, go to school, get a degree and thus become successful. What I didn’t understand at the time was that society was also indirectly sending the message that my parents, who didn’t have that formal education, were less smart and less successful. And although my parents and family reinforced the importance going to school, what they might not have realized was the importance of the lessons that they taught us. These lessons that came from our indigenous roots, our culture and our ancestors were equally, if not more, important not only to my life success but my overall health, happiness and well-being. In Spanish, we call these type of teachings La Educación or the development of your character. And in the Nahuatl language, it’s referred to as the Huehuetlatolli, or the teachings of the ancestors. Our grandmothers understood that all knowledge was interconnected and pertained to maintaining balance and harmony with all your relations; from the plants, to the animals, to the sun, to the moon, the universe and all our human relations. In essence, getting a formal, western education only mattered if it could enhance your ability to be in balance and in harmony with all these relations, including the love and care of yourself, your family and community. So, it’s important to for us to consider these two forms of learning in how we live our lives, and what we pass on to subsequent generations. In order to maintain balance and harmony in our lives and that of our children, through this present climate of much anxiety, fear and disconnectedness, we need to re-root ourselves in these values – values of dignity, respect, trust and love for oneself and for all people, especially those in need of our advocacy and prayers of healing. Peace in the world happens one piece at a time. And each of us has our own piece to contribute. One prayer and one action at a time. Let us all do our part. Bendiciones, Maestro Jerry  I was recently blessed with a new grandson, Greyson Antonio Tello. What a joy it is to welcome this new little life into our family. My grandma would say each child that comes into the world is a blessing. In essence, we had many blessings in our family. More importantly though, my grandma was sharing that everyone that came into the world was sacred in their own way. It didn’t matter what the circumstances of the family were, when the child was born, or whether the child was “planned” for. In indigenous cultures, all children and, in fact, all people are seen as sacred. This is so important, and it is actually one of the first rooted teachings for a child when they come into the world. It can, and often does, impact how a person sees themselves throughout their lives. Whether a newborn child is welcomed and seen as a blessing or burden can have a dramatic impact on whether or not that child’s spirit is able to fully connect and trust their family, and others. For this reason... many cultures have traditions and rituals that are specifically focused on welcoming the baby into the family, and the world. As a child, I remember that when a new baby was born in our family, we had a tradition of going to visit the mother and baby, and taking a plate of food. Then, we were told that when we see the him/her, we had to touch the baby and say something beautiful about the her/him. It was said that if we looked at the baby and didn’t touch it, it might get sick. And we had to say beautiful things because our words had power, and we wanted the baby to feel beautiful, positive energy. I didn’t understand any of this at the time, but now I know the impact of someone’s perspective and the importance of being connected (the touch) to someone’s sense of self-worth. In fact, researchers now have shown that when someone acknowledges (sees) you in a positive way and touches you (connects) with positive interaction, it releases a chemical in your body that opens your heart and heals you. Something as simple as taking time to see, acknowledge and connect with people in a good way can strengthen and actually help heal a person. So, I encourage you to turn off your computers, put your phones down, and take a moment to see, acknowledge and connect with someone in a good way. It can heal them, and you as well. Bendiciones, Maestro Jerry  I extend blessings to you and all your relations, and give thanks for another day of life and opportunity. Grandfather sun greeted us this morning with his light to remind us of the light we carry within us, and our responsibility to shine that light on others. We also recognize that the sun will set and grandmother moon will call us to go into the lessons of the darkness, to allow our bodies to rest.
Yes, life is about night and day, and beginnings and endings, that are all part of the circle of life. Our challenge is... “How do we accept and embrace what the circle of life brings us, without resorting to the cycles of pain?” As part of the beautiful circle of life, in September of 2017, the ancestors blessed us with new life, Greyson Antonio Tello. My grandson, who continues that circle of life, was sent by the ancestors as he graced us with his presence. When I picked him up and held him I said, “Welcome grandson. Thank you for blessing us with your sacredness. I am your grandfather, your Tata. Our family welcomes you just as you are. We promise to love you, care for you, protect you and support you in fulfilling your sacred purpose.” What I was doing with my new grandson was fulfilling the first teaching in life, that of acknowledgement and welcoming. The wisdom teachers have shared with us that when babies come into this world, their spirits arrive asking, “Am I wanted and to whom am I connected?” That first teaching is so powerful that if you don’t get it from your relatives or someone when you arrive into this world, then you will search and long for it for the rest of your life. It will also trigger you anytime you go anywhere in life… you feel insecure, wondering if you are really wanted or welcomed. This wound of disconnection then breeds a fear of abandonment so strong that it can make it difficult for many of us to trust others, make a commitment in a relationship, or become intimate at all. So, for me, it was very important that my grandson and all my relations know that from this Tata, they are wanted, loved and connected. For those that struggle with that wound, you really can’t go back and make that right. The reality is that some of our parents and grandparents, when they had us, were in pain and just surviving through life; or maybe didn’t know how to convey love and acceptance because they didn’t get it themselves. Regardless of the circumstances, it is important to understand that the creator doesn't create junk and that each of us is a sacred blessing. And even though we may not have been welcomed in a good way, tata sol (grandfather sun) reminds us every day of the light that we carry within us… and our sacred purpose that is ready to shine. Blessings to you all and have a good day, Maestro Jerry |
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