You think is new...

The situation I am living right now, talking about the abuse, the bullying I was into, my "inestability" as in moving from one place to another is not new.

For 10 years of my life I lived a situation I could not control, and when I say I could not control,
For me is I could not explain.

The man I was with starting taking me with doctors whom provided harsh drugs, the one who talked was him, I was paralized, due his behavior he would not work, or leave my house, when I say my house is because I was paying the rent, food and all that a house is like Electrocity.

He started forcing me economically, the drugs he gave me did not allowed me to go out of bed as early as him, but I had to get up to pack your Mexican Dresses or look for another seamstress, as sometimes seamstresses when looking at my websites and ideas would want to take advantage of in many ways as I was alone and no one would take "care" of me.

What I wanted them to understand is I did not need anyone to take care of me
My education the heritage my father left me was enough to take care of my self.

But coping with an abuser was not into my father plans nor into mine, I left Hermosillo Sonora to stay away from that and found my self in a place lacking of culture appreciation
And willing to abuse from others.

I was tired of been controled, economically, of the threats he made,
After the consecuenses of his decisions, the abortion, he told his family and friends
And my friends whom looked for me where lied upon, I contacted them
Within the first signs and he convinced them I was allucinating.

He then contacted my family, my mother and sisters that somehow had this jelaousness sinnce
My first business, when I was 21 I opened my first place, while at that age there wheresitting in the computer I purchased for them at telmex, sadly doing nothing and looking upon
My accounts over Etsy to see how many bucks I was making... making accounts.

They started helping that guy, they followed his behaviors, they did not care aboutmy bruises,
About the hole he made on my knee, about the pledges I make them, and they loved there
And saw besides "pretending" doing something in the computer (they where aware he liked adults  things), they never tried or helped me out taking him out, and taking me to a good and proper psycologist, someone whom understood "pregancy depression" to start with and "abortion" and aso
"Domestic violence" and "bullying techniques".

I was only a puppet, one who worked answered emails, was yelled upon, was in charge of everything,  and he, or them will just have fun when I got angry.
I got angry for valid reasons.

I asked him many times to leave, he Carlos Rodriguez Mercado or also know as Carlos Hocker never left, he after putting me a broom in the neck after packaging al Mexican dresses or hitting me at the san pancho beach, before I had to buy a bracelet for a Facebook address order, I will ask him to leave, I will try to confront him, and I did, gaining more violence against me.
He was suppose to be a smart guy, but his intelligence was used then to contact my sisters and jist say to the "she is bipolar", they got in, I had bruises I ask them for help and they did nothing. They instead helped him, the years passed and the abusive behavior continued, they kept my money a in paypal for some bags I never sold and some other situations like Carlos they never resolved.

They allowed him to abuse from me, I asked for help many many times even before the abortion, and they just said "dont you use condoms?", I mean he did not and He put me in heavy meds that where affected by pregnancy pills, but how you explain that to them? With that andwer when you just said you have a baby in your belly, and need help?

Years went by, years of violence and I arrived to a place where I realized via Internet that al times they "helped" him put me away, besides from him "been alone and with a sad face", they will move legal stuff for the things my father left, as in Mexico if you are crazy you do not have any right to your heritage.

They will say stuff as you will never be so skinny as you where once, like if I cared, they will force me to work after al those years me, helping them, they never provide (until today) an single dolar for me eating or for my healing process, they will go on vacation with their friends and request me just when they wanted a babysitter or someone to entertain their kids.

(Typos? I am on my phone)
My sisters ending telling the police I was "so emotional" I hit her kids, which is a false statement and is illegal to lie to the police, I got angry, I called the police and the Violence system in Hermosillo sonora and they did nothing, they did not stop them.
They feel with so much power above me, due all the "clinic" stuff they got from Carlos, that even me going to doctors in the USA, them knowing I was fine they contacted my customers from Aida Coronado, and even friends whom contacted them years ago to never receive a response with statemenst about me that where also false and Not true.



How do you stay and see and listen an abuser when all you have to do is help to prevent a death.

In the case of my sister Chary, she even called me and I answered thinking she was going to apologize and she said "quit contacting carlos hocker, he is with someone since years ago, he even has children now, so he is going to keep all your stuff", for me that was a surprise, as 7 months ago he was still asking me for money, even when he crashed Etsy when not resolving customer orders and not programming shipping dates, he never did that... but when I said, hey guy you are been unfaithful your frustration talks for it self he would get very mad as in very angry and yell at me hurtful stuff as my Paranoia was out of place.

Dont this people understand they hurt you?
And besides that they will make you less aware and more prompt to abusers?

They should stay away and never contact or attempt to help, what was their help worth all those years?

For me they just where into they own interests.
Telling others driving a notice so cold like that, "that they knew already" makes a helping him t continue abusing from me a non sense I want to stay away for ever and never come back to places where violence means "getting worried" and not acting before to provide solutions.

In a world where is inherent that woman stay quiet and man ask for help and do what they want,
Will you continue quiet?
Will you raise your children to cope with the abuse,  My dad did not allow abuse,
He showed me to tolerate it but not to be abusive back, and all I know is I have to leave from that,
Cuz trying to make a guy understand is not ok to "abuse a woman" "even if she deserves it"
Because of her clothing, because of her attitude towards your own violence, is just nuts...

That is a game that is a society play not just a "responsibility of the author".
The familes, friends and neighboors are responsible for allowing abusers, the communication media,
The people around those situations, so instead of "doing a surprise face" or "stunishing" because what happened then, well
Train people, society to act when they see an "abusive behavior" so things fo not escalate.

For me this days with all above I keep working,
And besides al natura things hapening and God sending me to woman
Who is even abused economically or with hot oil, or with "emotional violence" with false statemenst about them selfs and even "threatened to be hit if they continue speaking", still makes me think, among all that bad things that
Happened to me, I am strong and able to be at least a word, a woman who is there at least telling
Them YOU COUNT WITH ME.

While all this happens a Country is in reconstruction.
I hope this also gets reconstructed.

Thoughts of Tuesday.

And me? As always continue working,
Like and employee of my company with all my heart,
Because I am a piece of that, of Mexico.

And You?
Who you are?


Me?
This are my statements
And I believe on them,
I believe in Free People as in Free Woman
As in freedom of speech.

Hablando del Abuso

A veces me pregunto si la paz interior es algo que traemos por ende, o lo que nos rodea nos da paz?

Yo creo que es un poquito de ambos, pienso que para tener paz necesitas expresarte y las personas a tu alrededor respetarte.
He vivido sola y cuidado de mi por casi 15 años y existe un común denominador en este tiempo,
Que Yo no tolero, el abuso.

Humillar a una mujer, querer controlarla, limitarla, subestimarla y criticarla sin aportar nada bueno,  se me hace de lo más bajo.
He conocido gente de muchisimas clases sociales y muchos ven el defenderte como "un conflicto"
Los que opinan esto, pues mas bien "ya se vieron" usando-Te, o bien Usando algo tuyo que a ellos les conviene.

El abuso se puede dar desde tu pareja, tu madre como platicaba aquella vanidades de las madres que critican a sus hijos por envidiar su juventud, y querer ser como ellos, en esta revista Vanidades este tema trataba muy a fondo el abuso de un ser querido disfrazado "de preocupación" tal vez lo leiste,
Un comentario bueno que se vuelve una accion hiriente y como la juventud no sabia defenderse de sus propios seres queridos, puede ser tu amigo, tu amiga, hasta un niño que solo ha visto esto en su vida puede querer abusar de ti.

Yo creo que al
No vivir esto con mi padre, y el enseñarme a tolerar los abusos de mi madre y sus hijas, pero andar sola por el mundo me
He podido dar cuenta de ciertos patrones en las personas, es raro que alguien te busque si una intencion, todos necesitan algo, y nosotros somos buenos consejeros, tal vez por haber vivido mas situaciones, pero a veces si noto como nosotros permitimos el abuso a nuestro ser, en reclamos, y tipicos "yo te dije", yo deje de decirlo, hace mil años, por que mi Papa me preguntaba, "bueno... si y a final que hiciste?"

Me he decidido a investigar que es el abuso, quien es el abusador, por quenlo hace y con que finalidad, e ire publicando de que va este tema.

Es importante concientizarnos de esto, yo si escuchara a alguien, o viera a otro abusar de una persona Yo si diria algo, pero esa soy Yo. Tal vez me gusta "llamar la atención" pero para algo bueno.
Llamar la atención para efectuar un cambio, de raciocinio.
Si invirtieramos 5% del tiempo de "nuestros fisico" "apariencias" en realmente estudiar nuestro alrededor, y APORTAR algo con nuestro comentario, no seria este un "Mundo Feliz?"

Y dicen que todo lleva tiempo, y a mi me tomo tiempo darme cuenta que soy un ser humano,
Y para mi, importan temas que para Ti, tal vez son irrelevantes, o carecen de importancia.
Hace 10 años en Internet en Mexico no habia casi nada bordado, ninguna Iniciativa Mexicana que expresara de manera unica, su vision, y de manera autentica ayudara a Comunidades Indigenas a difundir su Arte y sus Artistas.
Algunos andabamos cerca de otros y los que Yo admiraba ahora no se donde andan, pero ellos sabe  quienes son en este mundo feliz.

Yo admiro personajes, unicos, un poco locos comunicativos demas, youtubers, personas freelancers con maneras de vivir alternativas, bloggers y fotografos con puntos de vista diferentes.

Rara vez opino mal de un ser, creo que tengo una manera paciente y positiva de ver la vida, y si me
Expreso de otra manera es por que perdi la paciencia y ahora me toca a mi, y normalmente esa persona no aguanta "la vara, con la que midio", no es por vengarme, pero tampoco soy Gandhi o la madre Teresa, para no defenderme.

Pero bueno opinar si otro esta loco o no, eso No lo hago, por que Yo no lo tengo enfrente, y asi como puedo emitir el juicio, tampoco doy mi opinion, si no quiero saber nada de esa persona y no ayude para nada cuando se me pidio ayuda, tal vez no pude estar, pero si estuve y vi sus actitudes normalmente me callo, hasta que Por necesidad tengo que decirlo.

Me hubiera gustado muchisimo, alla en Nayarit fuera diferente, pero no se si ppr el ejido y el dinero que acarrea a los poblados como sayulita, o la manera en la que nosotros Mexicanos vemos como se comporta la juventud extranjera y queremos imitarles  (cosa imposible por las diferencias culturales).
Vi mucha violencia de Genero, Abusos y Corrupcion, Yo no se que me sorprende tiene el segundo Lugar en Violencia, y tristemente Sonora el primero.

Como mujer te callas el abuso, y cuando hablas de el, en mi caso no sali de un "ya te dije".

Asi que decidi hacer lo que hacia y emplear mi conocimiento en algo de utilidad,
Por algo fui a la escuela no?, yo no iba a la universidad de Sonora a perder el
Tiempo, Yo tenia un compromiso conmigo misma.
A Duras penas hablaba con alumnos, me parecian muy preparatorianos sus temas,
Y hasta infantiles, yo queria jugar ajedrez, hablar de temas sociales, de importancia.
No de la casa de, el novio de, la fulana que, "es bien, dice tal, bla bla... esos temas para mi, son y seran irrelevantes"
Y eso no se si es unico, pero por lo menos me hacia feliz, tratar de ver la vida
De una manera diferente, y decir "desde mi experiencia personal opino:"
Asi que... a
Poner a trabajar ese conocimiento oldie.

Esta investigacion es como las mils que tengo en mi correo,
Asi empezaba a investigar, 30 pantallas abiertas,
30 URL leer todos y formularte un juicio,
Para entender el tema, puedes contar tu historia personal o bien hacer
Un reportaje 100% objetivo.

El Abuso Psicologico y Fisico en Mexico
Que hacer, Como actuar? Y Que es
Quien lo realiza?
Quien Lo encubre?

Investigación:
El abuso psicológico no está tipificado como delito. El Código penal sólo lo considera delito si existe violación (artículo 265). Sin embargo, “el abuso psicológico puede generar serios daños a la víctima como sensación de inutilidad, temor, torpeza, insomnio, neurosis, bipolaridad, paranoia, depresión e incluso suicidio”, refiere el experto.

En los últimos cinco años “testificamos cómo el abuso emocional puede tomar distintas formas. Así existe dependencia emocional, dependencia económica, negligencia emocional y/o física, abuso de poder, abuso intelectual, abuso sexual emocional y abuso cultural por mencionar los casos más frecuentes”, dice Manrique.

Fuente 1.- http://www.sinembargo.mx/07-04-2013/577969

Como actuar:
Que Hacer,
Fuente 2.-https://m.facebook.com/notes/porque-somos-bonitas-somos-cabronas-por-cabronas-nos-dicen-mamonas/que-hacer-ante-un-caso-de-violencia-intrafamiliar/518508231496139/?__tn__=H-R

Que es:
Fuente 3.-
prometiendo

Y se encubre

http://www.tuotromedico.com/temas/violencia_en_pareja.htm

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Para poder verter  o dar  una opinion o historia que aporte algo nuevo, soluciones a problemas viejos,
Hay que leer del tema.
Metodologia

Sonora 1er lugar de violencia intrafamiliar o abuso a la mujer.
Nayarit 2do lugar en violencia intrafamiliar " idem"

Por que es de importancia?
Puedes vivir engañado de que en "tu sociedad" no pasa,
Tal vez en tu circulo social, en tu casa no suceda,
Pero tu hijo, hermano, primo, amigo
Lo puede vivir en unos dias o en 100 años
Si este se erradica y tipofica
Esta sociedad,  El mundo globalizado por el Internet,
Acabaria y Daria con muchos traumas y en mi opion
Se Podrian Prevenir muchos actos ilícitos e insolitos y otros
Donde la mujer termina con daños irreparables o hasta muerta.

Por que Como mujer no te puedes defender?
O cual es la explicacion logica para qur Sociedades
multiculturales como lo son Nayarit y Sonora
Presencien el acoso, abuso, bullying infantil, hostigamiento,

(esta va por lo que me
Pasaba en El "instituto vanguardia de hermosillo)
Violaciones fisicas y a la derechos humanos
Sin que los Mayores, Maestros, Sociedad, Comunidad,
o las Autoridades
hagan Algo Util al respecto.

Si algo se hace, esto se erradica y la sociedad
Trabaja como tal, se entiende a este tipo de alumnos,
Sensibles y vulnerables y se da la atencion necesaria
Al Abusador, no solo a la "victima" una vez ya traumado sus capacidadez mermadas.

Y nosotros que hacemos?

Agriculture and Mexican Fashion

Knowadays I feel like every day is a new day, but sometimes I had fear
Of my own family.

I start understanding, that when my father died, my family died,
Jorge Salinovich Coronado, my Papa, was my -all for me-
He was my everything, he would make the rest of my family
Treat me with respect, he would answer my questions, take care oof me,
And even be a friend, and sometimes I will borrow money from him.

I was scared about a guy, so different to the man I saw as a example,
That he knew he was not good enough to be with me, that attempeted
To control me, leaving me as a working woman with no self
Expression. He would treat me like nothing but ask for all.
As the fear he once felt when he lost his mother, and father at the
Same time was at the moment covered by that family once
Unknown, those who laughed, like he did about online businesses.

Today, I am no longer around that abusive humans, and I hope kne day,
That guy Carlos Hocker learns to ask not for forgiveness but for
Knowing the life as it is, in life you take risks by your own,
Not with another people.

I wish my the rest of my family and those friends I stopped talking
To years ago, not because I did not loved them, but because I found
I no longer had anything in common with them, have beautiful lifesvery far away from me.

I can be ok, or under the eyes of people with a different point pf view
I could be called crazy, in other countries girls there are tons of woman like me.

That woman succeded not because they heard, "you can't"
"You are not enough", "do it this way".

They are succesful because they did things in their own way.

For years I feel I have been lost trying to ask for forgiveness,
To comply with a role which was not mine.

He, the man I admire, was a guy once, he had fun, he was rebelious,
He did things in a different way to set the example to their brothers and sister,
To their friends, he was a student of life.
He was loyal, caring, he also had a bad temper, and was
Very sensitive, I have a strong character that hides in sweet manners,
And a always smiling face, but when I am serious or I get angry,
That genes arise, not many people know me that way, just my
Real friends and him, he also thought me to work in my patience.

My Dad passed away 9 years ago, I saw him in his last birthday,
But that Christmas Holidays I stayed in what was my home as
A tourist for 10 years, Nayarit, a place I do no longer want to
Live in.

Mexico sometimes dissapoint me, Mexico still does not
Defend or take care of their artists and artisans as it should,
Mexico es una potencia, but we have a bad administration.
Because we take care of things that are less important.

My Dad was a believer of art, he would encourage me to learn
Technology and to learn english, I know he would be amazed
To see all the beautiful things I have done with Mexico Art
All this years.

September 7 is very close and I know he is happy, and lunita,
Margarito and mi tios are with him, along my Mama Maria.
My Grandmother, Maria Coronado, a strong woman whom raised
6 man and 1 woman to be a example to follow.
She was alone very young and my father was her right arm,
He dropped school at a very young age to work.

Jorge Salinovich Coronado was even bullied do this, because
He would learn new ways of talking with working people,
But he also learnt about vintage techniqurs he brought to a new life
In agriculture, he made lines in the soild and they had to be straight
Because one reason.

One day I know we will reunite, and one day I wish him
To receive me there and let me talk until he gets so bored,
He starts talking about him too.

He would barely talk, he would never hug me, but when he did
I knew I had to listen and when he did I cherish that moment for a
Long time.

September is almost here, then October, and November,
His birthday, My birthday, more happiness to see with beautifl weddings
To come along, amazing fiestas to discover Mexico culture,
Sorry I write about him so much but He was my everything.

My Mama Maria would say he was his little boy and I would
Tell her, Mama he is my big boy now, he takes care of us.

I had the opportunity of traveling with both several times,
He went to the USA to check on my Mama (grandmothers)
Health, and then we would stop to have a bite, to shop, to sleep,
She would put me in her lap and tell me stories when my Dad was
Young.

My Dad would pretend he was sleeping, but he had his cheeks
Very pink which meant he was hearing and a smile in his lips
Which meant he was happy.

Even when he was angry at me I would know he was still nothat angry because
I could see a smile upon her eyes, the most beautiful eyes of
All the world, brownish greenish very light beautiful eyes,
Eyes with knowledge, of  guy who had seen many, had spoke
With many, had lived so many adventures, a man, who decided
To be a father of a girl, and never expected he to be different,
A father with respect to her daughter and a love I can still
Feel, this is his business and that is why I try to make it as he told
Me, that is why I do it with respect for all my clients,
Because I borrowed his last name, and he just showed
Me how to do things with love,
And how one day I will understand why, how come,
And all my questions in and for life.


Sometimes I miss him, I miss my room, sitting by the window,
Staring at the sky writing and writing so much, reading so many books
He would encourage me to seek in LibroLandia, and
Wondering if one day I could be a writer.


And realizing I was too young to share what I have learnt.

I miss all those writings because is always fun to ser what you worte
And is also encouraging, but you know?

You can always loose all and create a new life.

That, Is another thing I learnt from him.

And complain a bit, so much that you can learn from it,
And so much you never do that to others you Love.

My Dad showed me many ways, my Dad stayed until I was
Barely independent, It was very scary, and I wished I had been Alone
Because I know Alone I could have raised my self with out having
To be "like others" supposed I was.

I am a girl, a grown up one, that wishes things
Not many want, a woman who thinks a bit different,
And a gal who believes in good for all, and among that
Sometimes she forgets herself.

But that is her, and changing a good thing,
For a conventional way, just for making others happy
Well is as I asked you to change a bad thing you have for
Three good things.

I prefer to mantain my one good, and let you decide
When you leave.

Or if you stay and continue your harm,
Try not to touch up the good in me,
Because that is what makes us unique.

The Good


Random words, about life, my life,
Which is my business. Just mine.

While in Sayulita

While in Sayulita

A while ago, while living in Sayulita.

How did I arrived? I am not particularly fond to Nayarit, actually as a Sonorense I like turquoise oceans and rivers, that is what I knew, nothing about "the little town" Sayulita, I love nature, but Sayulita was not in my Map, as I never had anything to do with Guadalajara, or places that saw Sayulita as the next big thing, I knew nothing about.

So how I went and spent 10 years of my life there?

Well... necessity, is the mother.

A broken heart, and a domestic violent environment,

The last thing said by Maria, my sister was "we are where having a great time with out you living here, that room (was mine)." (The room my father designated was for me, for my privacy, because I had bought my stuff and needed my space).

Despite my father been sick, she had other plans for that room, she invited her friend Lucia Jimenez to live rent free in my home, my father was tired, she never paid a dime for rent, as they will make my mother go and clean their mess.

My father asked me to return, and I just talked with Chary and asked to Lucia to pay rent, as the situation was not very good economically speaking.

She went mad with me telling that was not of my business and she needed a place because got plenty issues with her mother and sisters. That was weird as I personally know their sisters, and they are different but not conflictive.

Anyhow, at that point I was alone in Sayulita, scared as hell, but I had always been protected by something and knew when and how to take male hands off me if feeling awkward. What I did not know was how to deal with another man lies regarding love, he appeared smart, but as soon as I started showing my interests and well "my ways of entertaining" he would be very different, I love chess and he got angry, as in throwing all pieces when I won. So eventually I left to play that game with him.

Time went by, and I was worried for my income, and to find a place for my own, I started getting bored about paying gas, electricity, and rent, the man I was with, starting saying stuff as "you need all my attention", "I will help you with your business" and such and such, 

And stopped working at Playa Escondida the hotel where he works now, because they did not "gave him" the place "he deserved".

Anyhow, I was already busy working...

So why I did not pursue a shop in the town? 

Why not to open a place where I will make friends and meet people?

Well, because I already met locals, and I worked for several of them...

And while working as a teacher at a little school while the Mama of One of them, opened costa verde school,

Well I use to talk to "grown ups", basically I like to talk with people older than me because they are wiser, and girls around my age in Sayulita did not had the interests I got, some of them while en el camaron will loudly laugh about the fathers of their kiddos having to provide money, and that money was used not for kids for instace  they will criticize the "fat surfers" or say things about the "rich people"... so for me getting friends my age was weird in Sayulita or even San Pancho or Puerto Vallarta.

And well this was Before my business started, AidaCoronado was not my first attempt to make a business of my own.

And well, as a kinder garden teacher pre school, i met a couple, in the hardware store, next to the carpenter, there was Santos and his lovely wife, He is a rich guy from Sayulita, rich because he is "economically rich" and rich because he has "innovative ideas", we would talk about politics, when I would go there to purchase an afternoon snack for my self, a maruchan soup or some cookies, after teaching this little guys the how to to their first years (sounds easy but this years are the most important of all).

Time went by and them

Both started asking question regarding who I was and what I did, he started sharing his point of view on how the Sayulita Society,  as in locals (the community), was staying behind, "tourists" will open places to the tourism, and that did not left any $ to the sayulita community, perhaps some pesos to the employees but no knowledge or further capacities, and that was destroying the town, he once knew, the people did not care for one another as they did in the past.

A family will be left alone if the father died, a woman will need to ask for money instead of working because no one will employ her due having 3 kiddos, etc etc and so on. He would also mention that "climate change" there was a reality as people will destroy the nature, and rain will not "get stuck" in the same places making with this a warmer weather in summer days.

We will talk about the water that needed to be recycled immediately as the town needed new infrastructure to "function".

He would mention to me to work for a guy who wanted to be president in San Pancho, whom did not got any studies but money wise, was good for that town and needed direction and a political consultant.

I was happy with my job as a teacher, and say maybe later, his wife understood my love for children, and one day, I was having "no milk day" as in I needed more milk and went there to purchase some, she then told me, hey, Aida, I have organic eggs and organic milk, what are you feeding your kids with? 

If you do not have money right now you can pay me later, but here try it. And I took some and test in on me, I know how to manage organic milk, and I boiled it and dilute it and started feeding with this and with eggs and meat and more fruit than cereal, natural oats, nuts, kiwis, machaca, carne asada, and sometimes I will give a little "cajeta" to them, what I had I shared, and they started blossoming, their cheeks went pink, they will have lots of energy, and will be super interested in how make the food, wash with happiness their dishes, and even one day with out asking, one of them thank me for the food I gave him all days. 

So why spend my days at a office? When I was having a blast with this kids? We spent all summer in a pool, a costco one, not a fancy pool, one in where I have them "controlled" as in they will be safe and learn to have fun in the water, submerge, and play games.

The made my days and I made a wonderland around them, every day was different, and we have fun, but the end was almost near, I sensed something was not ok, sometimes parents do not realize that kiddos hear all, even south park things will stick, I do not watched south park so I had to ask what it was about to the parents, they will talk loud, about "things" and if a pap or mom has issues with other it will "be noticeable" in the behavior of the children.

At school I learnt how to deal with this situations and how to deal with them, but after my father passing away I could not deal with professional envies. So I behaved like them, I did not want to go to that school anymore.

And started thinking in my own business, it was time, i was offered and thank from the bottom of my heart a job at a office, another as a real state "in training" agent, as a translator and grown up teacher.

But I decided to pursuit a dream of happiness, my own business, I had one if the past and failed due bad decisions and was scared, but realized it was then or never to risk all.

I started making headbands as a project with a friend, she showed me how to make beaded bracelets and we will spend afternoons hand painting stars.

In my free time I will walk with Luna, my boston terrier, back and forward all Sayulita we visited all shops and had a blast. Tourist will love her, and locals will see her as a weird pet, i explained her breed and the more they saw her they got used to her, even jose the vet understood my love for her.

And well, So I stepped back all, and prayed for a light and one day that light appeared. I needed to work and the guy i was living with startin pressuring me with money, my dad just passed away, and he was my support in all senses. He said I "had behavior issues" and I said maybe, because I do not want to deal with people that pay me 25$ pesos for taking care of their childres 8hrs? While to an American they pay 200 hundred?

He got quiet but stated he needed money to pay the house, I will purchase all the food, for both, and stated that, i spent more. And he got quiet, but not for a long time.

So I was desperate, I did not want to return to my home town, (obviously with that people and not my father there anymore, why I needed to go back for?) my Visa got expired, so I wondered what should I do next?

I decided to open an online Mexican Shop, inspired by Nomme aunties, He was one of the kids I was mentoring in the afternoons, inspired by the guys walking long distances at the beach to sell Chiapas or Guatemala Loomed fabrics, dresses and bags.

I will be there sit with Luna and they will arrive and we will chat and talk about life, they will let me know that was their job to pay for the school of their brothers, and sisters.

Inspired by Art galleries, by amazing Mexican Artists, thinking one day I will be able to purchase one "Alexis David" original travel luggage and move on.

My idea worked pretty well, I did not have the remote idea of people around looking at it, I never had time to get inside the IP world of "whom visited your page", I was busy editing photos and posting new work, I will stay up until 8am working, and that person I was living with, and "sharing expenses". Will sleep at 11pm...

He never stayed up for a photoshop session.

The day he quit playa escondida was the day he sold a bag with Otomi embroidery I bought from a lovely girl, I bet it could be sold in 99usd, I paid a fair amount about (500hundred) he laughed, I bet the rent, and it got sold, the condition was he had to "appear in the images" not me. He did, and that was the last time he did "work", and well from there on I was pretty busy doing that stuff no one knows about.

He then would be "stranged" that I was stressed or did not slept at nights and managed to convince people and talk for me with "doctors", I mean I know that place is touristic, but geeesh don't they ever heard about or know someone who works "night shifts?"  I mean at Vallarta? I know there is people who work during the nights and sleep their 8 hours, I think he was just managing stuff to control me. He would criticize non stop, all my clothing, my photography to the point that I did as he wanted and "sales" stop until that, happened I was then allowed to work as I wished but with constant destructive non constructive critiques.

And basically,

That is how I started in the internet? 

Not wanting to damage locals, and using my education,

To allow my self a business that will not be unloyal, or abusive from people whom all their life have worked in the markets.

And I was not taking advantage of No one, as for me it was important to set the example for others.

And as well pay ver well.

Most people laughed, including him, called me crazy, and get my butt to work, I never realized it was because of jealousy.

And well, nowadays, where do you tend to shop Mexican Dresses, I still go to the vintage places and still admire walkers, travelers, and people at markets, whom generation through generation, more than 50 years ago, now what is traditional and smile when I arrive to purchase from them, because is a business and they now If I decide my mind and make a new piece, that means more business for them, the artists in small places, unknown by many.

One day I will show you, those who I admire, one day when they arrive to my party to have fun all dressed up.

I mean, if I am working and you take pics of me, maybe I will not like them, if you did not gave me chance to prepare and dress up myself.

;) we all like fancy and look pretty in images of ourselves, at least I do. 😌😌

A story with a little bit of everything,

That was me a while ago, underrated, and underestimated, because I am

Humble? Or Modest? But Smart enough to wait, to call my self a fashion designer the day my customer did.

And well one day I left and arrived to another little town, and God knows that maybe I am indeed a city girl. Who has other kind of thoughts.

Love y Kisses from

Another town full of Stories and Art.

A Eclipse Day

Today the earth in some places will be dark,
The sun will be covered almost totally by the moon,

Is a day of change, in the rotation (traslation?) in the solar system,
Maybe you will see it and maybe you have seen it before,
I had, in a kinder garten, and at a very early stage in my life;

There was a partial solar eclipse happening, they prepared us, for weeks,
 to see it, And we will use glasses, I remember joking with my best friend from
Childhood Guadalupe Teran ;) to be seeing "the Sun", we where very young,
We where very "dared devils" and we will dare one another to see it with no glasses or
Protection, I do not remember if we did or not, but days after the Eclipse,
We will stare to the sun, or try to do it so, sometimes and because
We where curios, and ask around if looking at the sun was possible,
 we where told that in the early morning that was possible,
As the sun will not burn our eyes.

Knowadays this practice,
is called "sun gazing" and there is actually people whom
Eat or said they get their vital nutrients from the sun, standing barefoot
In the earth land.

What will you do today?
I will be packaging your pieces,
And maybe reading a bit, and lately I have been interested in writing, again.

Writing as in Journalism, or just for "the heck of it",
This, is  lt new? Or well, it is common for me,
I love to express through words, images, work, people, this
Has been a passion of mine since I am
Around 10 years old, at 13 I will swear to others, I was writing poetry,
But someone, (a teacher) will say poetry is just writen in "rhymes"
And with "certain statements".
For me poetry was talking about love or sentiments.

I was even the producer and writer at some school plays,
That won the first place as they where a bit funny but had a lot of meaning,
And sometimes did not won but received many compliments and inspired others,
I will touch themes such as "bullying" "body shame", when this terms did  lt even exists,
In my teenage years.

For some of you,  this part of me, will be something you already knew about me,
So you will say, yes That, is Aida.

My passion for the communication areas, reading, investigation, photography,
Literature and all that involved.

I did not graduate from an University, yet,
But I did finish my last work Tesina, or Thesis, and started getting it together
And present this to several teachers, or my mentors.

In 2014 I wanted to go back to Hermosillo Sonora and graduate,
With that, with my Thesis, I had 3 huge books (valued in not cheap 1500pesos in printing services each).
They where at my late fathers house, where my sisters lived along my mother.

I communicated my desire of doing so, getting my degree, and needed this work,
Not in order to get a job in the goverment, but to continue studying,
And maybe, one day, with luck and commitment become a teacher.

Maybe at a kinder or Maybe at the University,
My sisters did not care at all, and they just said, they are not here,
They where Huge Books they could not had been lost just like that.
I asked to please look for them, I really wanted to go, and they just said,
"Get over it".

When I went there in 2015, none of the books (my final work for that University degree)
where there.
My school books where in the same place I left them, All of them, from the one I saved from
The preparatoria, from Profesor Jaudiel Acosta (rip), I saved it, because
He told me one day it will be useful, (and if not "it will be part of a lovely
Library I could have), I saved and later in the Universidad, At Historia Regional
It was helpful (a lot, as I did not make my Dad spend again).
All the compendios where there organized as I left them. (Compendios are copies of books that teachers use at la Universidad de Sonora as a way to "make points of importance regarding books we will later use and consult at the biblioteca)".
They where organized by semesters.

I made it to credits for 7/8semester but got stuck
In "cine", because I was working. As in very getting serious with businesess.

I repeated classes and got bored, and well, there my tesina
Did not help as I had to comply with travels, or schedules for absent teachers
(As they did not attend class).

I did al things "the homework was sent and marked as read".
But I got a 0 in cine, as I did not attend.

But the reality was other.

I loved communication, but not to get into very social groups,
I used the knowledge to pursue my own dreams.

I went to Hermosillo, and the printed books where stolen,
Along with some "love" things I used to write about,
And other personal "things I wrote".

All the other materials where intact.

And I found out a cd, with my tesis information in the very back
Of my Dads drawer, on his side of the bed.

That is how I recovered https://imagenpublicaypoderpolitico.blogspot.com/?m=1

My final work at la university of Sonora, a state school.

Do I wish to graduate?
Maybe to continue learning
But maybe is better to continue with my pursuit,
And looking up to people who continue teaching,
Even with a post on facebook,
I am a believer That is the next step in Education,
And That facebook as a social network, more than
Just a social place, is and will later become in a platform with
Actua Tools
That will enable teachers with vocation, to provide us, what is called
Continusly Education, in a FreeLance way.

As a way for them to make an income from their knowledge,
Just like blogger is, when you decide to monetize with it.

I believe Social Platforms next step, is to create
More that entertaining, educational tools to enable
The world habitants and users to educate themselves about
Themes they are interested in.

Because closing the internet or "what is so called" restricting  etworks,
Is like adding borders to google, is like saying, google will not include altavista knowledge,
Or yahoo will not include google. (That is a methapor).

Or like instead of continued fighting against democracy pr republic,
One day we decide to unite our efforts in the well being pf humanity,
And that way, we monetize humanity, and the world,
In a way that education terminates, as in aniquilates poberty.

And we live and love in a world where no one feels hunger.
And No one goes with out support.

I mean, facebook works for that, to have a world,
A better united world.

Google is knowledge at your finger tips.

Wikipedia, is becoming Brittanica or Hispanica, or the Encarta.

We left Q basic, ICQ, MSN, to open our brains to complex DOS, and systems.

I am sitting behind a computer since I am 5, trying to understand it,
How it worked, how the parts worked, what where disks for 5/4, 3 1/2,
Cd, mp3, usb.

Knowadays our phones became little computers,
And is up to us what we put in pur brains,
What about our social networks have tools to communicate
With others, in several languages. In one place that integrates all.

Maybe is already happening knowadays.
Maybe is called the Internet Life.
And is up to us it continues free,
And without restrictions,
One day of Eclipse.