October brings with it preparation for one of my favorite holidays – Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead – and one of my greatest art influences.
I don’t know what it is about Latin American folk art. I may have been a Latina in a past life, with honey skin and thick black hair. With a sharp tongue and unabashed heart like Sandra Cisneros. I love so much of it.
Time to put out cookies and drinks and offerings for the day the door will open, and our departed loved ones will return, just for that day.
October is the death of leaves, death of color, death of light and warmth. But this death must occur for the world to burst into life again, months later, when our souls are hungry, and our mouths water for blossoms and to shed these layers of clothes.
This season, this going inward. It is not easy. But this is what makes the sweet rebirth exactly that. When that first shoot pokes its head out of the icy ground next spring, it will be the most beautiful flower I have ever seen in my entire life.