As Rebecca at Recuerda mi Corazon, one of our hosts for Dia de Bloglandia says today, “Todos santos, all souls. Dia de los muertos, “days of the dead,” when the doors open between the past and present allowing the reunion of hearts and souls. Sacred time, when the veil between the worlds becomes so porous the living and the dead converge, for a sacred returning that defies space and time.”
And Stephanie at Mango Studio, our co-host, says, “—We gather together the heartfelt offerings of those that join us for dia de bloglandia...we are 'sewn' together like the marigold chain, stacked bloom to bloom to share our stories, ofrendas and art for Dia de los Muertos.
As I posted Sunday, this is the ofrenda in my living room at Villa Redondo.
Interspersed with a favorite poem, “When Death Comes,” by Mary Oliver, are other shots of the ofrenda highlighting those people who came before me—and who I will celebrate before the fire, journal in hand, tonight and in the days to come. A few shots from Sunday's Day of the Dead celebration are also included.
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.