Once again the old blood of my Scottish ancestors, still coursing through my veins, sings out in tune with my favorite time of the year…Samhuinn...the beginning of the dark season.
And much as I did as a child, I long to go forth into the world and create a little mischief and mayhem just to keep the old traditions going, and finish by building a large bonefire to burn a sacrifice of grain (grain alcohol that is) upon, and reflect upon life. And should, indeed, the barriers between realms thin and blur and I should find myself learning something about my past, or present, or future…so much the better; knowledge is always welcome and useful.
In Mexico, this time of the year is call Dia de los Muertos, meaning, Days of the Dead. (Some add a more plural meaning to the term.) Many flowers are sold, much food is prepared, and every necropolis is full of people spending time with those who have gone on before, sharing food, and drink, and laughter, and reflection. I was able to be in Mexico about four years ago during this time and be included in this celebration by some friends of mine down there. It was magical and spiritual and I can only think this must have been how the ancients celebrated almost 2000 years ago.
So enjoy! Be merry! Create a little chaos… And ponder that which is on your mind…
About Me
- Morgan2112
- I am an…eclectic…individual with a soul as ancient as the multi-verse; I live by a code of Lawfulness, but one of my own design, and one which is anachronistic; I possess utter derision for the societies of the world today – I see them as a desecration of the potential eminence of humanity; I am no more than myself…
7 comments:
I love this time of year as well. Thanks for sharing your experiences in Mexico!
I'm glad to share... And be sure, I'll only share the tame ones! ;)
I don't know I think the other stories might be more fun to read about ... then again mayhaps you should stick with the tame ones!lol
"knowledge is always welcome and useful" ...old friend, you know better than that!
Well, Dodo, I could regale you with my one and only visit to a Mexican jail, but then again, it was pretty uneventful overall…
Slacker… Well, um, you know… Ok, you got me on that one… What were the lyrics to that song… “I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then…”
What an awesome experience to be able to share in such an important Mexican culture. I know from my readings that the Mexicans have a strong attachment to their kindred dead. Maybe we all could take something to heart from this ancient custom that is practiced by our neighbors to the south.
Yes, MG, their day of rememberance is far different than our present Memorial Day. But I keep telling myself that in truth, our Memorial Day actually started out as a time to remember our war dead and has evolved into something a little different.
Of course, one could make the argument that family is far more important in general in Mexico than it is here in the states anymore...which I find sad at times.
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