soul needs are governed by Coatlicue, the Aztec goddess of female self-sufficiency gives birth in a squatting position and firmly set on foot. She teaches what is the life of the lonely woman. Is the maker of children, ie a potential new life, but is also the mother of Death who takes on her lap skulls that sound like bells of a snake, they are skulls and snake, as the bells of the skulls also sounds like rain, common resonance attract rain upon the earth. She is the protector of all those lonely women whose magic and whose thoughts and ideas are so powerful they have to live apart from who knows where for not too much to dazzle the villagers. Coatlicue is the special protector of the stranger.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, "Women Who Run with the Wolves'
Coatlicue chairs the altar these days have prepared our friends in the jungle. Surrounded by flowers are placed photographs of which are no longer of which have not been forgotten. It can not lacking food, water, salt, and the wonderful smell of copal.
Rituals are one of the means used by humans to put their lives in perspective, evoke the shadows and the ghosts of the lives of people, sort and subside. The Day of the Dead is based on the so-called rite of offering, the altar is erected in honor of the deceased. The offerings are tributes, memorials and expressions of deep regard for the loved ones who are no longer on this earth.
has been an honor to participate for the first time in this ritual. Painful in the sense to remember past losses while healing in the sense of inner cleanliness. Say goodbye to love those things from our gut that are no longer valid, let die certain aspects of the past that no longer help in the growth and pray that life take its course in harmony, knowing, more than ever, that death is always present and it is she who gives way to new life ...
Front candlelit altar we treated to a hot chocolate, a rich and tasty tamales and, of course, the famous sweet "Bread of the Dead while these were talking about the life they had shared with those who have been missing.
Already a few days that people are prepared for this event. From the weekend and had a crowd at the cemetery cleaning and preparing the graves. On Monday morning you're all set to spend the night with their dead with food, drink and prayers. Any other day of the year would be mad at anyone who is devoted to drink tequila by a grave as he recalls old ways with the dead!. It is curious to see the road leading to the cemetery like a fair, full of stalls where they sell flowers, food, beverages and even recreational areas are for children. All full of contrasting colors and smells. Of course themselves also are curious cemeteries, the graves are not arranged in any particular order, they are all different shapes, sizes and colors and seem positioned so totally random. All tablets have a particular look and different, are of various materials, including stone there that are stacked or pure land. And no tone "gray" abound oranges, sky blue, yellow, green and red.
is a meeting involving all members of the family, from the Young and old, who probably are the ones who tell the stories of their ancestors to children. In this way knowledge is retained on one's ancestors can always help to understand more how our interior. The ties of blood and people who have surrounded us since our earliest childhood shape of the map of our psyche.
is a look back on not missing the moments of sadness and reflection but which is also full of joy, love, sharing and respect.
And it's November ... A year ago or even imagined be here at this time. It was hard to leave everything and start again. My home, my family, my stuff ... much is free from attachments! There are moments in which I overcome with longing, yet never forget the feeling of apathy that came over me the last few months before deciding to move out. I try not to let it worry me too much uncertainty and enjoy these moments of quiet in this small corner of the world. The feeling of freedom outweighs the fears for now. try to learn to change their habits, thoughts and even language, because although here also speak English, the words or phrases are sometimes otherwise. If you go to a store to buy a chicken ranch (pollastre of payes, pitu caleya or chicken farm) you must specify that you want to "down" and clean because if you can not get to give you a chicken alive and kicking ... and is not one to kill and pluck chickens yet! I laugh to imagine the face that would put some of my former clients if they deliver a live specimen ... would be shot.
I still feel I'm in a period of adaptation. All I can I avoid comparisons with my previous life, it is easy to judge if you do not pay attention. I try to stay in monitoring and maintaining awareness and presence as long as possible to learn to move to the beat of this land. I found a good distraction from the fishing, I find it relaxing. Although the issue of fishing here can be quite amazing ... this afternoon when I thought I had caught a huge fish because I noticed a heavy weight to pull on the rod, is that what came out of the water with the ball of dough at the mouth was a turtle! It seems that like maize (corn dough used in the bait, worms stringing it is not mine) Poor ... luckily he was not hooked the hook and could free herself and go out feet into the water again . It is gratifying to end the day with a few minnows for dinner ...
To be continued ...
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