Storms, Sisterhood, and the Sacred Pivot: Notes from Mexico

Affirmation: I honor the storm and the stillness. I choose presence over resistance, and trust the pivot.

I have been in Mexico for the past few days. It has been eye-opening. Not just for the beauty of the place, but for the depth of the gathering. I’m here among comrades of the cause—women who speak the same language of justice, healing, and fierce love. The room is full of those working to end gender-based and sexual violence, to support migrant women, girls in State care, and to dismantle inequality in all its forms.

There’s something sacred about being in a space where your truth doesn’t need translation. We’ve spent days exchanging ideas, building trust, and practicing self-care—which, let’s be honest, is the heartbeat of this movement. Without it, we burn out. With it, we rise.

Today, we were meant to convene on the beach. A meeting with the ocean as witness. But as we got ready, the storm came—thunder, lightning, the whole dramatic symphony. Talk about a pivot? We had no choice but to shift. And in that moment, I thought about life. About how storms come, and how often I get caught up in moaning about the disruption, missing the lesson. Missing the invitation to surrender. To accept what is.

So we gathered for breakfast instead. Disappointed, yes. We were looking forward to the salt air and the circle. But we chose to move. To adapt. And that choice—that quiet decision to shift rather than sulk—is what creates our future.

Because choice is power. Choice is presence. And in this movement, in this life, we are constantly choosing: to show up, to rest, to speak, to listen, to begin again.

Mexico reminded me of that. Storms will come. But so will the women. And when we gather, even in the rain, we build something unshakable.

Peace and Blessings