(Photo by Lisa Jo Roden of a skull she bought from our shop a few months ago. Doug painted this little guy by hand with acrylic)
Don't get me wrong, I love Dia de los Muertos. I think it is an incredible tradition, and since I haven't had much death in my life, I can only appreciate it from an outsiders perspective. (I have been blessed enough that I have had very few members of my family, friends, or even acquaintances pass away in my lifetime.) Maybe that's why the procession hasn't drawn me into it. I'm sure if I had more to mourn, remember, celebrate, I would have had more reason to be part of the procession. If I could ever get over my childish phobia. I love images from the Old World Mexico on the days of children and dead. They are so serene and floral.
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And of course these incredible photos by John Rees are haunting.
Right after I graduated from the University, I lived in a huge house with three other girls, so many years ago. They were my first roommates and I remember them getting ready for the procession. They never invited me to join them, and I didn't ask. I didn't have many close friends (I've always been kind of a loner) so I just admired their pretty costumes and said goodnight. Maybe I missed out by never attending, but I know that if I would have gone, I would have been intensely nervous and would have left anyways.
Everyone I know in Tucson is walking the procession right now, and even though I had never been before, it reminded me of Tucson. (I almost wrote 'reminded me of home' but Tucson never really felt like home to me.) And I thought I would make a little post about it, and my experiences with it. So today, this day of the dead, I hope your thoughts are in a good place and that we always remember the dead.
Now, on a way happier note. I just watched this video and it is incredible.
xo,
beca
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