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  • Monica Rios is a young Mixtec woman from Oaxaca. She lives since many years in Mexico City, where she has become a university teacher for literature. She works in creative writing with women from many different paths of life and also blind men and women. One of her specialties is workshops in Autobiography.

    Some time ago I had the opportunity to accompany her in a psychotherapeutic process through the Internet.

    She had to give a speech in Oaxaca and I asked her to come and teach us a course in Autobiographyhere in San Cristobal in neighboring Chiapas, I also wanted to meet her personally.

    Monica came together with her lovely husband Ismael, also a Mixtec Indian and professor for literature.

    For two days we sat with her: 1 man and 13 women. Two Germans, a Colombian, an American and the rest Mexicans, just two from San Cristobal. The youngest participant of our workshop was 25 years old and the oldest 83.

    Monica asked us to write down:

    -- What we knew about our birth, where we were born and what was happening around us at the time

    -- What our name means and what it means to us

    -- Describe the different aspects of your personality

    -- Who are two of the people who have been important in our lives and how and why

    -- Which place in the past has had a special meaning for us

    -- At which inside or outside place we would like to find ourselves in the future

    -- Which special place we deeply enjoy in the present

    In our faulty or fluent Spanish we each explored these questions and then shared the outcome with each other. A lot of creativity, listening, tears and laughter were the result. So many different lives - really: every human - being is a whole world! Long lost memories were ignited by the memories of another person. Sudden insights took place and left several of us speechless once and again. We were of different gender, age, culture, religious and political beliefs and times and yet with each hour we grew closer to each other, our stories interwove to ONE bigger story, our hearts grew and seemed to melt into ONE BIG HEART.

    I am home now, but my heart is full, I feel rich, I believe in a good human future....


    Monica also is an artist. She embroiders pictures like this one which she gave me as a present.

    She is writing a book about her Mixtec grandmother back in the village in Oaxaca, who has passed away recently.
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