Systemic Constellations & Mindfulness Coaching | Fabiola Robinson

Reflections

These reflections arise from the space between worlds, where the personal meets the ancestral, and the seen and unseen speak in whispers.

Each piece is an invitation to remember the relationships that hold us, across time and generations.

Fabiola 🌿

Prayer to my ancestors

This poem came to me during my healing journey. I offer it here as a blessing for yours.

I dream of my ancestors

I have been inspired by their strength—

even when I once mistook it for weakness.

I am grateful for my body, mind, culture,

stories, history, love, lessons, resilience...

all gifted to me through their existence.

I give thanks for all my ancestors—

the warriors, poets, lovers,

and those who were called "crazy".

In my inheritance I recognize

beauty, magic, joy, wisdom, and so much more—

as well as the strength born of surviving

wars, illnesses, persecutions and injustices.

For all the things they learned,

and all that our lineage has yet to learn.

The secret of love and healing lives in the land— our land.

The music and poetry

that runs through my Mexican veins,

the vibrant colors of my beautiful Veracruz,

which held me when I was born.

The deep gratitude for being a woman.

Above all, I am grateful for the chance to live—

to make mistakes, to crash and burn,

and to rise again.

Just like the phoenix—

rising, again and again

What are you grateful for, today?

May these words accompany you as you walk your own path

Ancestral Patterns

At times we become disconnected from those who came before us—like trees without roots, unsteady and shaken by life’s storms.

The patterns we carry cannot shift until we face the imprints and silences passed down through generations.

Healing begins when we turn toward what has been hidden, daring to live differently than the ones before us.

Recognizing the strength in our ancestors is also a source of freedom and resilience, a reminder that what we carry is not only challenges but also support.

I know this not only through my work, but because I lived it myself. For years, I felt rootless, working endlessly, drinking endlessly—until I nearly destroyed myself.

They live in us...

As the days turn toward Día de Muertos, this reflection invites us to pause — to remember the quiet relationship that lives beyond time.

I created this piece as a small reminder that remembrance is a living practice, one that belongs gently in our daily lives.

May these words meet you where you are, and gently remind you that your ancestors walk beside you.

Fabiola 🌿

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