Dia de los Muertes is this weekend, officially Nov. 2. La Paz is alive with death. Bright colors, masks, music. The dead are among the living. They’re welcomed, fed, washed, and honored.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there, I did not die.
With thoughts of Wiley, Timmy, Ethan, and Ken.