To protect the identity of women in the resistance movement, we do not show the faces of the women.

I begin the day at 5 am. First we make tortillas. I finish about 8:30 or 9:00. After making tortillas, I make a meal of beans and tortillas. After eating, I go to wash clothes. After washing I have to sweep. If I don’t wash clothes, I begin to weave. But there are other things to do too, like feed the pig or chickens. We get interrupted to take care of the baby … to change his diapers. There are many interruptions all day. That’s how it is, the life of an indigenous woman.

When we go to meetings, we show our faith, friendship, Love and thoughts. We have to love one another. We take each other’s hands to keep going.

My mother also taught me to weave. I learned from watching my mother, how she did it. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t. When it turned out better, I showed it to my mother and she said, ‘Ah, that’s good. Continue with that.’

…we have our mind, our struggle, our imagination. We have these. We know what to do. It’s not that we stay like a baby, waiting for his food. No. We can look for it. We know how to search for it.

Quotes are from The Journey of a Tzotsil-Maya Woman of Chiapas: Pass Well Over the Earth.