Last night the Aztec dancers came to celebrate Dia de los Muertos.
This is the 4th year I have attended and participated. I am always blessed and plan to continue to be a part of this for as long as I am able.
We are very fortunate they invited us to be a part, it used to be a closed event.
On this night, I get to remember those I love who have passed away. Some of my loved ones have been gone over 20 years, some it has only been a year. And all of them are greatly missed. It is so good to spend time remembering and loving them. Thanking them.
Pictures are brought. I drew mine. Here’s Gpa’s and my Dad’s. Just looking at these pictures makes me happy.
Another part of the ceremony is to bless the Earth. We, too, have a day to bless the Earth.
I woke up thinking of what we have in common rather than what is different in our beliefs. And what a wonderful night it was.
The church has become fractured, splintered and scattered because we do not honor what each other believes. We think what we believe is more important than what our neighbor believes. But what happens if we honor and accept that there are as many ways of embracing the truth as there people. Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
Why can’t our interactions be like:
“Nameste.”
“And also with you.”
