The day of the dead celebrations.
My first time.
Doorways and portals and dimensions opening to my understanding of life and death and self and other.
Of not the cycle of life and death but the communion between the two.
Life and death create each other, support each other, define each other. A constant communion of a continuum.
As I was walking in the Hollywood Forever cemetery where the celebrations were being held, gazing upon the alters and offerings in awe, I asked the energy, space, consciousness of the day of the dead to contribute to me that which it desired. I longed to dance with it.
I felt the energy moving, slowly at first and then consuming and embracing the space that I am. I felt the consciousness of it move deep into my heart and I opened. Reverence. Awe. The continuum. The constant communion between life and death.
The next day, I felt so incredibly vibrant and alive. The day of the dead had gifted me the vibrancy and aliveness of life. We human beings live at the cusp of a paradox. We are embodiments and manifestations of a dream of dizzying proportions.
I have also found that every person who has been abused or violated in some way holds 'death' energy at the back of their hearts. If that is not opened to and received it will manifest in one's life at some point. Be it in health, relationship or a continuous sense of limitation and contraction that stops the grace filled flow that life can be. Death holds an invitation to us to LIVE, heart wide open.
May we all receive it on this day where life and death are so tangibly communing, saturating the air around us with an invitation to celebrate it All.