When the earth turns away from the sun and autumn comes, the spirits of the dead
return to the earth to take part in celebration, feasting, remembering, and seeing loved ones.
The scent and golden glow of their favorite flower,the marigold, guides them through the thinning veil, flickering candlelight beckons, and the sound of old boleros and children's laughter help the dead find their families. Bats swoop low over our heads, bringing messages from very close but inaudible to our ears.
This is Dia de Los Muertos
We gathered in the desert, 15 souls in all shapes, sizes and ages in celebration of Transformation. Our faces painted to greet the dead, we bared our skins to the love and prickles of the Sonoran Desert. Our Soft living bodies glowing in the evening light contrasted dramatically with the hard eternal bone of our painted skull faces. Arms raised in salutation, we mourned and celebrated simultaneously...missing our dead, and inviting them back for Dia de Los Muertos.
Every body has struggled in some way to accept the skin they inhabit. We shed our clothes to give others the opportunity to see beauty in every line, bulge, hip roll and stretch mark.
It is so easy to see the beauty in others. Not so easy to see in ourselves. But with each strong and lovely expression of acceptance, it gets us closer to accepting and loving ourselves.