Molcajete of My Life

Photo: Patricia Jinich, 2010

Photo: Patricia Jinich, 2010

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Porous volcanic rock of my skin

Tejolote of my mind

The lingering smells of the past

Of pounded herbs and spices and memories of home

Garlic of my mother

Cumin of her mother

Cilantro of hers

The many spices of my ancestry

Are residue-enhanced flavors of my present

Each meal with my molcajete

Every pound of the stone that reshapes my soul

Is many meals bequeathed

Is remembrance of my lineage

Is legacy for my future

Is life

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