I have become a little, ahem, obsessed with Day of the Dead. Only 2 days of reading about it. I'd heard of Day of the Dead, and seen news footage of people in Mexico dressed up and celebrating. I've thought, 'how nice to embrace it and not fear it'. Then, forgot about it until I read about it again on someone's blog.
I also like ritual, and couldn't have said these words better myself: "Because above all else, I am a ritualist. I like rites. I like routine. I like customs. I like ceremony. I like something to do over and over because it is. What. We. Do."
I'm a lapsed Catholic but love that I am one. Although, I don't think I believe in the same God.
I love Day of Dead because of the Catholic connections to it. It makes ME feel connected to it.
I have Catholic prayer cards at Joseph's space, along with Ganesh, Buddha, a miniature Tibetan prayer wheel, and now a little white plastic skeleton. It's all I could muster on short notice - the plastic skeleton that is. But I feel like I will prepare my Día de los Muertos altar next year with as much thought, care and love as I would shower on my darling boy if he was here with me. Because if that somehow brings him closer to me, then all I can do is embrace that.
Angie, I loved, loved, LOVED this post. It didn't just speak to me, it bellowed. xo
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