One of my very favorite things about Los Angeles is the Day of the Dead celebration at Olvera Street. I love the altars, the processions, the Aztec dancers, the smells and festive atmosphere. The calaveras are incredible! These are no ordinary skeletons. They dance, play the guitar, and get married in full tux and bridal finery. Some walk on stilts.
A gallery in Pasadena, The Folk Tree, has a beautiful altar celebrating the life of Dick Clark, an important icon for my generation.
It’s a whole different feeling about death and the progression of the spirit. Got me to thinking about what’s dead in my life, or about ready to die–people-pleasing, unrewarding friendships, unrewarding work.
What’s dead in your life or about ready to die?