i hear myself saying ‘al rato vengo, voy por un pan.’ hmmm… what if i don’t come back?
once we’re done, where do we go from here? some go six feet deep…yes yes….but your spirit? what happens to it? hmmm… a mystery.
day of the dead…
prior to the arrival of the spaniards (in mexico) , the day of the dead was celebrated in July and August. Now, it’s observed the last days of october thru the first days of november. yes, just like halloween and all saints day. (thanks to the roman catholic authorities)
it’s not meant to be, neither, frightening nor mournful. Au contraire…it’s a very festive and lively (haha… lively) occasion. we pay homage to our dead loved ones.
while we’re still living let us rejoice and celebrate death….or at least celebrate and remember the dead ones. Although your body shuts down and -boom!- you die, for the ancient, indigenous folks of mexico (and other latin countries), death was a passage to a new (after) life. sounds whimsical, huh?
the dead , (let’s hope only the dead) , were buried with their most personal objects and belongings to prepare for the afterlife. (sometimes their husbands, wives, children, pets were sacrificed and buried with them… hehe…that’s not entirely true. )
traditionally, one builds personal , colorful altars honoring the dead loved one. these altars are adorned with the traditional marigold flowers, sugar skulls, favorite foods and drinks, pan de muertos and favorite or personal items of the dearly departed.
this seems like it would be so beautiful to create for someone who you truly love and admire. the great joy this would bring to one… to commemorate someone in this beautiful tradition is just pretty virtuous.
you immortalize a being…
there’s more to it… the festivities and traditions are momentous and powerful and quite significant.
del bote sales. del pozo, nunca. i know this is not when you die… more like when you’re in the hole or in the can (jail), but when i think “death” , i think “hole” (pozo). haha.