Today I dare ask: How have we tended our sacred seeds, women? I continue to unravel my mother’s life stories. After a long year of work and recovery, she had the opportunity to travel to the Atlantic Coast of Colombia, where she got to experience Carnival and the intensely festive nature of the people who live right by ocean. There, she also found another complication. She had an accident that involved water and as she described it, she became liquid and surrendered to her situation, and like the Victoria Amazonica that surrenders to the water to become seed, her spirit absorbed this experience and it forever stayed with her, and through her stories, with me, and now I share it with you, within poetry.