This October, we honor those who came before us
This is our last month in Mexico City–which gives us sunny days and rainy nights. It’s the longest we’ve stayed in one place at any time since the start of this nomadic journey. It enlightened me of my deepest shadows, and offered a remedy in return. Hints of the upcoming Día de los Muertos holiday show up in little ways–mainly sugar skulls and pan de muerto cropping up in grocery shops. At the end of the month we’ll depart for Oaxaca, just in time for el Día de los Muertos celebration. This is the time of year when the ancestors come to visit, and we can interact with them. It is an ancient tradition stemming back to the Mesoamerican period, colored by the Spanish influence of el Día de los Santos. Cempasuchil fields are in full bloom, families visit cemeteries to honor their dead, and a variety of parades and festivities take place. It is a trip we’ve been dreaming of for three years now-and finally get to see through. As we go through the month, this is a good reminder to get in touch with our ancestors, to honor them, express our gratitude, and even ask for guidance. We can do the same with old parts of the self–thanking them for all they’ve been through and done for us, to make way for the new.