So Mike is working today. Well not exactly working, but using his camera to document a community event which really means I am on my own. So while I enjoy some music, dancing and an amazing lunch I decided to bring my laptop and write a bit. It has really been a long time, but sitting here watching the kids perform and seeing the enjoyment of the families watching, I just had to tap out my thoughts. Anything to keep my head from exploding.
I’ve been thinking a lot about family, community and love the past few days, and it’s due to a book I just finished reading called the Storyteller, by Dave Grohl. Those of you who know who he is, you may be a little shocked by my reaction to the book. So if you are, you should pick it up and read it. He is quite a storyteller, but please expect some craziness, copious use of the F word and of course a lot of Rock n Roll thrown in. You can also expect a lot of stories, that overflow with thankfulness, family, friends and love communicated through them.
And that brings me to today, and the celebration of Dia de los Muertos that we have attended for the past few years. A Mexican tradition that we have now fallen in love with. After a year and a half of Covid, taking time to think of those who are gone, and their impact on our lives is very appropriate. Something that many times in American culture, we don’t take the time to really explore.
So while I didn’t grow up in this community, the music, food and gathering of people feels like home to me. Now this may not be in your comfort zone, but maybe it’s time for us all to be a little less than comfortable. Maybe it’s time to take the lessons from a year and half of separation, and find community. And not just the community you know, but the community that is new to you or different from the one you’re used to. To find joy in being together. Sharing time, talents and our very selves with each other!