We looked for The Happy Vegan Baker & Ararat who we thought would be there, but couldn’t find them so we just bought ourselves some local hot sauce & rocked out with a pretty good cover band (the members of which seemed to be about 14 years old).
Then we just wandered down Pecan St. for a bit til we came to a small, scrubby graveyard that we explored. The dates on the graves went back to the turn of the previous century, & this close to Dia de los Muertos, the graves still had flowers & children’s toys on them (the names of the graves were all of Hispanic origin). Too many of the graves belonged to infants & I was struck by how humans create beautiful rituals to help the process of mourning– creating something lovely to cope with grief, what an interesting species we are.
November 9th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
What a thoughtful post.
Cemeteries are one of my favorite haunts — no pun intended. A chili cook-off sounds delicious right now! (Love your blog design.)
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I love cemeteries– something about how much care we humans put into celebrating the memories of our family & friends who are gone moves me. The way we keep on loving no matter what gives me a lot of hope for us all.
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