Working with Kikik Kollektive, a hardworking, honest, and humorous group of individuals, has not only led me back to my roots; it has nurtured me in ways that have allowed me to offer the fruit I bear back to the very community that has shaped my becoming. It has opened my eyes to a living world where art and humanity intertwine—where creation is not done in isolation, but in a shared rhythm with others who are attuned to the same pulse of righteous purpose.

During the driest months of the year, we gathered for longer hours in the sole deep well in our neighborhood. My body still dwells on the closeness of damp backs, wet hair, detergent bar shampooed feet, air mouthed with bubbles, and sitio stories between generations. We waited with our hearts, recognizing each other’s real thirst. No one hoarded. Water did feel abundant, because it was free, and more importantly, it was shared.