Halloween is candy and costumes. All Souls Day is a day where this world is obscured by misty memories , when flashes of what lies beyond spit and sputter into and out of our awareness, and when those we once loved travel back to visit on slanted beams of autumn afternoon light. But in the part of the world where I live the folks who have lived around here for a few hundred years have melded the two into a celebration of those who have gone on.
I knew as soon as I saw this photo that I had to share it for a wordless Wednesday post.
I’m juxtaposing the Mexican celebration and the Mexican femicide before the observation of All Souls Day so as not to disrespect a cultural celebration of reverence and love by mixing it with horrific murders of women just over the U.S./Mexican border in Chihuahua. This image moved me so much I just had to share it and the story behind the representation.
The featured image of a person walking across the street in Tucson, partially dressed as a skeleton, before the All Souls Procession is of my friend Mary. License: Some rights reserved by Willow&Monk.