Interlude: Santa Cruz, California

Work as I have known it, with routine and some semblance of structure and predictability, has ended.  My office is cleaned out of all the essentials and my personal memorabilia, ready for the next person to inherit and create as their own.  I will return on December 27 for my exit interview and give up my identity card, office keys, building pass and parking permit.  My last act of separation will be to remove my name plate from the office door.  I will give intention to this and I will be very aware of what this means as a transition in my life.  My identity will be elsewhere.

Now, I am in my sister’s house far from my own North Carolina home in the land where I was nurtured.  My elderly mother, still fresh of mind and spirit, lives with assistance in her own space where she is cared for.  I aspire to become her age with such grace, beauty and intelligence.  Meanwhile, this is my interlude.  The sustenance of family connection that takes me to my roots before I launch into Oaxaca on December 28 to begin the next adventure.

After dinner, I show my mother photos:  of the casita where I will live in Teotitlan del Valle, of the cemetery rituals of Day of the Dead, of the landscape of mountains and corn fields, of the church at the center of this universe.  She asks about Catholicism and the Zapotec practices. She lives in a Dominican community as a non-Christian and she understands spirituality.  Oaxaca was founded by Dominicans.  These are the constant connections in our lives.

She is old.  We talk about the symbolism of Day of the Dead, the celebration of the spirits of loved ones returning to share in the emotional connection of the living for one day.  We relate to that because in our tradition we light candles once a year to bring light to the memory of those we have loved who have died.  She is taken with the photos of grave sites and altars covered with  flowers, photos, the offering of food and beverage, the enticement of copal.  I think she would like to be honored this way.  With celebration and reverence.

The Spaniards brought Catholicism to Mexico, I explain to her, and laid it upon indigenous belief.  It was like a porous blanket.  Their intention was to embed the new religion and eradicate the old.  But the ancient spirituality was strong, older than the new religion, and I create this image for her:  it is like the smoke of the copal incense rising through the fabric of the blanket to find its original source.  The power of the Church was officially eradicated during the Mexican Revolution when church holdings were appropriated and returned to the civil state government.  Today, ritual and celebrations are family focused and held in the home, in the altar room.  My mother and I discuss the similarities of our own religious traditions.

As the Christmas lights twinkle and the elderly from the Dominican community assemble for the bus tour to see the holiday lights, I think of my transition to Mexico at this time of year.  The village posadas will begin.  I will arrive in time for the magic caves of Teotitlan ritual that pre-dates the conquest, and move into epiphany.  I will pray for the completion of the casita as I have for the past four years.  The cycle of celebration continues with the aid of many saints and virgins who are called upon to protect the believers — all an amalgam of indigenous belief and Catholic ritual.

This is easy for me to understand and appreciate, I tell my mother who has never traveled outside this country.   And, she gives me her blessing which is all I need.

6 responses to “Interlude: Santa Cruz, California

  1. I’m here in Teotitlan tonight in my room at Las Granadas listening to the soulful music of a funeral. We just walked in the posada with brass bands, candles and fireworks and finished the evening with a Samburgesa and got invited into the home of the posada family tomorrow. The sky and the sunset tonight were so beautiful….so much to love and cherish here in Teotitlan. Good luck Norma,

    • Dear Amber, it’s great to hear how much you are enjoying Teotitlan, Las Granadas and the joy of the season. Thank you for sharing your experience with us. If you. Are to comment about safety and how you feel in Mexico, please add your comments about this, too. Saludos Cordiales, Norma

    • I would love to add my comment about safety in Oaxaca and Teotitlan. I could not feel more safe and my husband and daughter echo my sentiments. I was initially here x 2 weeks solo while studying Spanish and again, never felt any degree of fear. It’s a shame that so many people are missing seeing this most beautiful and culturally rich part of the world.

  2. Norma, that is poetic and lovely….I do hope that someday we will meet in Oaxaca…

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