Most everybody has been posting about Halloween, except dear Bonnie who chooses to celebrate the Reformation. She has a thing for Martin. I imagine Miz. S is suffering the aftermath of Halloween in her classroom today: ka-boing!!! It could be worse.
Me? After a busy couple of weeks I settled down today here at my desk to pay bills and get caught up on mail (and I’m STILL trying to find someone who will bring a masonry drill over here and hang pictures. I also have some shelves to hang but I have never been very good at finding studs… so I need to hire that out as well.) Anyway, let’s see: pay bills or celebrate Dia de Los Muertos?
Dia de Los Muertos is the day when the spirits of the dead are able to come back and visit, providing that the living facilitate this with food and drink and a path of
orange marigold petals from grave to house. Altars and tombs also feature candles to light the way, water for the dead to drink and salt for the journey. It’s a day when the poor wander the graveyards and beg for the right to pray for the spirits in exchange for food. Children mark the holiday with sugar skulls and small figurines set up in displays. Actually, it’s a two day holiday. Today, Nov 1st, is Day of the Little Dead (children) and tomorrow is for the adult dead spirits.
Noches de Los Muertos was last night and, if I were on Isla de Mujeres, as I was a number of years ago, I would have spent the night in the cemetery where graves and altars are stacked upon graves and altars. I would have watched the locals sit and wait and make music and eat and laugh and pray as they wait for their loved ones’ spirits to return and visit.
Right here in Chicago, the temps are in the 20s these nights and no way am I spending the night in the courtyard with candles and bread. Fortunately, I have the ashes of my mother and my father right here with me- and they are the dead I would like to welcome. This is especially true of my
sweet feisty mother because that loss is still a fresh wound on my heart. I would like to show her around my new home and neighborhood. Here are the things I want to share with her, right this minute:
1. My clever bird feeding arrangement, designed to attract something other than sparrows and rats. I have a thistle feeder plus a little snack tray with some raisins, suet and a bit of pomegranite set up on the balcony outside my third floor office. The goldfinches have found it and slate juncos and this morning I had a hairy woodpecker (YES!). The sparrows still have a home here too, but this set up minimizes the crapping hordes in the courtyard and makes for well positioned cat TV.
2. The zoo. I would tell her all that being a docent involves and share this picture I took on Monday. This stunning silverback was considering a new chow that was being introduced to his diet.
3. Daniel’s new CD and tour news. (he loved Spain; Grenada was his favorite gig of all.)
4. Pictures of the children.
5. All of the Christmas and zygocactus are in full bloom. Even the giant peach colored one in a 10 inch pot survived the move and has hundreds of buds.
6. A cup of tea and a chat. This would be so lovely. I wouldn’t even mind if she got off on politics and the upcoming election for a bit.
That’s it. Just an afternoon visit from my dead mother. A chance to catch up. Give her a hug. Tell her I miss her.
Who would you like to welcome back for a Dia de Los Muertos visit?