After many plate sales, planning, discussions, and most of all, practice- the entire Grupo made it down to DF & Puebla to visit our Maestra Tonantzin to commemorate 26 years of her grupo becoming established and receiving their pantlin*.
I was excited to see DF (my first time) and even more to be able to see my teachers home & her altar. I was anxious to get into the ceremonies of the weekend and I was nervous about what I might see and hear - but with months to prepare- I just made sure to come humbly and with an open heart & mind.

Arriving in DF, we were able to walk near the Zocalo where tents were set up protesting for workers rights- and do a bit of shopping close to the adjacent cathedral where people were set up selling jewelry, dresses, pictures, and all sorts of danzante garb.
We then caught one of dozens of taxis & visited a yerberia closeby to pick up a few pounds of copal** for our journey & for back home before heading to a big bus station to catch a 2 hour ride to Puebla.

Once in Puebla, we caught a ride to Maestras house near a school in the town and were lead to the altar that had already begun being prepare for the nights vellaccion.
It was precisely 6:00pm on May 21st when our eyes gazed upon the huge altar and we presented ourselves to it and to our Maestra and all her guests- including our brother, Quiahuitl. I felt overwhelmed for a moment. My mind and body realizing fully where I was- where I had worked toward for so long.

What came after was hard work. Staying up all night as group after group arrived and presented themselves as we had. Sharing songs that never stopped, not once, from the moment they had begun- sung with so much heart that in between my trying to follow along, I swallowed down knots that formed in my throat. My body fought me. My legs and feet begging for me to sit down, lay down, fall over- anything to relieve them of the pain of standing for hours. Thick oatmeal and perfectly rolled cigarettes began to mix in my psyche with flowers of all colors creating formations and bastones of all types, and palabras from many a traveled red roader***. But we stood, stared, and sang pushing to the limit of ourselves in honor & reflection of good work and harmony- in Tonantzin/Mother Earth.
Buenas noches a la Capitana
Buenas noches al pie de su altar



And then the danza came that went from 1030am the next morning to close to 5pm- where we danced to create a good strong energy and I felt connected to my fellow group members and the other danzantes present- recognizing some new faces & some that had become familiar overnight. My mind fought me- wanting to watch the expressions of the faces of people that passed our mathematical formations made up of over 80 danzantes. We paused to take bites of frozen fruits and take in the nourishment of melon, limon, and pineapple aquas... thought I yearned for H2O. Becoming in sync through some of the danzas in such a way that I heard songs being sung through the rattle of our ayoyotes^. Ancient joyous songs. And when it was over, we carried our cargos back to Maestras home- I held the water, my sister held a baston^^, Jessica her fire, and Mateo with his sonaja^^^- marching along with everyone else helping us get back to the altar.
Once back, the ones who had led the ceremonias and ones who were asked spoke again about the significance of the work we'd done & what messages they had received and would share with those that couldn't attend.
I met the man who made my first headress & friends of Houston-made friends in danza over dinner before Tona waved down a taxi and sent us on our way for a late ride back to D.F.
We've been reflecting on those two days since. So full of information, truth, messages, stories, songs, and our vibrant and resilient Selves in the danza tradition.

* pantli- flag; a flag created to represent your group once you have earned the right to create and carry one
** copal- tree resin or sap; used as a cleansing incense in the Mexicayotl tradition
*** road roader- when a person begins to take the path of a Mexicayotl inspired lifestyle, that person is said to be walking on the red road
^ ayoyotes- part of the danza attire; ayoyotes are seeds from the Ayoyote Tree that the dancer wears around their ankles
^^ baston- a small cane adorned with flowers from the altar
^^^ sonaja- rattle
PS. We had amazing food & drink our entire stay- for example a sweet grass tea that tasted so sweet and rich.. yum!