Dreaming South: Oaxaca, Claudia Sheinbaum, and the Rise of a New Power
By Zipolita
Not so long ago, the Canadian dollar was strong. I remember being able to travel to Mexico and feel free—free to move, to live, to create. These days, the loonie feels heavy. And while I know it’s not all about money, let’s be real: a stronger dollar would make reconnecting with my family and friends in Oaxaca a whole lot easier.
But lately, I’ve been hearing whispers—hopes, really—from my friends and adopted family in Oaxaca. They're talking about Claudia Sheinbaum, Mexico’s new president. The first woman, the first scientist, the first leader of Jewish heritage to take the seat of power in a land rich with ancient stories and spiritual resilience.
Some are saying it’s a sign—maybe even a prophecy—that the South is rising.
A Different Kind of Power
What if Mexico, Central America, and South America could unite—not under a banner of conquest or capitalism—but under shared values?
What if the nations long dismissed as "developing" were actually reclaiming their own way—healing the land, embracing sovereignty, honoring Indigenous leadership, and forging a future that isn’t dictated by Wall Street or Washington?
I see it. I feel it. I dream of it.
Imagine a supercontinent of solidarity—where food is grown with care, not chemicals. Where trade is fair. Where solar panels light up schools in remote jungle villages. Where Spanish, Portuguese, Nahuatl, Quechua, and Mixtec are all spoken with pride. Where water is sacred, not bottled.
A Feminine Future
Claudia isn’t just a political figure—she represents a shift. A rebalancing. She brings science and soul, facts and feeling. Maybe she is the beginning of a movement led by women, Indigenous voices, artists, farmers, and young people with paint-stained hands.
And maybe, just maybe, Canada could learn from that. Maybe instead of clinging to systems that aren’t working, we look South for inspiration. For hope. For reconnection.
Oaxaca Is Calling
My heart beats louder every time I think of returning to Oaxaca. To sit with my family, to photograph the colors, to breathe in the mountain air and remember what really matters. This dream—of unity, of strength, of rebirth—isn’t just about borders or leaders.
It’s about us.
So, let’s keep dreaming. And let’s keep planting.
The prophecy isn’t about one person—it’s about all of us.
We are the return.
