Monday, November 28, 2005

Mex. folk music




Latino songs resonate with ancestral chords and chants: drums, guitars, flutes from Indoamerica, Africa, Spain. Music takes root in the coastlands and cattle ranges of Mexico, the canefields and coffee hills of Cuba, Puerto Rico. Rugged campesino hands fine-tune the chord of Latino laments, fingers gnarled from scratching parched soil, sewing machines, and stubborn mop handles.
Latino hands work the strings and drumsticks, roll accordion and piano licks, shake maracas and scrape gourds; hands clap and fingers snap to the blare of trumpets, trombones, and the wail of voices. Tied hands and muzzled voices burst free to tune the chords and set the cadence of Latino music.

Juan Flores

Music: Bath and Medicine


I think sometimes, could I only have music on my terms; could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wish the absolution and inundation of musical vibrations; that were a bath and medicine.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Day of the Dead-Cycle of Remembering


In both cemeteries we visited, we were haunted and comforted by this cycle of rememberance. Each year, the living, from young to old, pay tribute to and remember those who are gone. And when one is gone, one knows that the family gathers to remember. Each human being moves through the circle remembering and being remembered.

Susan Hegger "Day of the Dead, Night of the Living"

Awed, confused and emotionally warmed....these were some of the many sweet emotions Katy and I lived-out while we observed the 3-4 day rituals known as Dia de los Muertos.
From Oct. 31-Nov. 2, Oaxaquenos ( wah-hah-KAY,knee-os) are very deeply living out the bitter-sweet emotions of remembering deceased loved ones by buying loads of flowers, preparing food, cleaning and decorating gravesides and making small domestic altars. "...Each human moves through the circle..." this profound and simple concept is in motion everywhere in the city during these days. Honor. Cry. Remember. Celebrate. A very mysterious, but obviously a meaningful cultural family story of blending heart and head. Hard to explain, but we felt it all week.

We are alive within mystery. Life is the continual intervention of the inexplicable. We have more than we know. We know more than we can say. The constrictions of language are formed within experience, not the other way around. So finally, we live beyond words, as also we live beyond beyond computation and beyond theory.

Wendell Berry

Some of the shapes and sounds of these rituals have been around for 3,000 yrs. For the last 500 yrs. there has been a blending of Meso-American native people's beliefs with some of the European Catholic traditions brought in by the Spanish in 1519. Some of the known original rituals dealing with the dead were in the the Aztec calendar for July and August. The Spanish Catholics tried to stop the indigineous people from the rituals that they kept so strongly, but when it proved to be tough going, they changed to a more pragmatic course and moved these attitudes/beliefs to fit with the already existing European tradition of All Saints and All Souls Day, Nov. 1-2.
Sort of the same way the European Christian churches incorporated the nativity of Jesus to connect up on the calendar for Dec. 25, with the many European pagan rituals of various harvest/winter solstice festivals. Since there is no date given for the Nativity in the New Testament, and most scholars of Middle East and Christian history agree that Dec. 25 seems unlikely, the early European church missionariessought to to tame and blend some of the local traditions into a celebration of the Son of God.
And so, just like the direct linkeage of Germanic and Scandinavian pagan winter symbols and icons such as trees and fires, to the now softened and blended rituals of Christmas that bring us so much meaning...so too have the images and forms of rituals dealing with skeletons and spirits softened and evolved to give depth and meaning and an opportunity to reflect on the lives and heritage of those passed on ...in this Mexican culture.
Here in Oaxaca, the principal traditions start a 3 pm on Oct. 31 where the spirits of children...called Anglelitos, arrive to visit their families and leave 3 pm Nov. 1 , when the adult spirits visit until 2 pm on Nov. 2 . Spirits of the dead are expected to pay an annual visit home, and so should be provided with enticing favorite foods, momentos, and a few hours of laughter, tears and music before their long journey back. Sort of like leaving cookies and milk for Santa.
Home altars and gravesides have beautiful displays, from simple to grand, of many flowers. Usually marigolds, as this was an Aztec custom to help the spirits back with the fragrance. And there are many items there that represent nature and its uses. You will see things made from water:for thirst, purification...salt: seasoned food,purification...bread: food for survival.
What is so absorbing, is the unique way this cultural ritual has combined and given permission for private pain and grief to also have communal, public expression. Always, always...families are together...sometimes staying in the cemeteries all night. Having a picnic, singing, reflecting. Every year, long after the funeral day, families circle back together. This is a unique, effective way to handle grief and hopefully give closure.
Because here in Mexico there is a dominant tradition of not embalming the body after death. The body is usually laid out on a special table at home for viewing and initial grieving for just 24 hrs....and then walked to the grave. So Dia de los Muertos gives families after the funeral shock, a chance to reunite each year for old stories and old tears....to help complete the circle and form new family stories and new communal tears. Very absorbing concept....Day of the Dead...the past recorded and remembered to give us continuity for the future.

In an old house there is always listening, and more is is heard than spoken.
And what is spoken remains in the room, waiting for the future to hear it.
And whatever happens began in the past, and presses hard on the future.
The agony in a curtained bedroom, whether of birth or dying.
Gathers in to itself all the voices of the past, and projects them into
future.
the treble voices on the lawn
the mowing of hay in summer
the dogs and old pony
and the singing in the kitchen
and the season of stifled sorrow
All twined and tangled together,
all are recorded.

T.S.Eliot from the " Family Reunion"

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Photo: Day of the Dead



Photo: Dia de los Muertos


Nothing can make up for the abscence of someone whom we love, and it would it would be wrong to try and and find a substitute; we must simply hold out and see it through. That sounds very hard at first, but at the same time it is a great consolation. For the gap, as long as it remains unfilled, preserves the bond between us. It is nonsense to say that God fills the gap, God doesn't fill it, but on the contrary, keeps it empty and so helps us to keep alive our former communion with each other, even at the cost of pain.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Photos:Dia de los Muertos


In a dream I meet my old friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far, and yet he is
the same, for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed, grown strange
to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask
" How you been?"
He gives a grin and looks at me.
" I have been eating peaches off
some mighty fine trees."

Wendell Berry

Fiestas...day of the Dead



Fiestas, music, food, dance, celebration! At times I wondered what it was that they were rejoicing about, for all I could see was harshness and pain. Then I realized that fiestas provide us the opportunity to be together, to draw strength from each other, to fight despair, to forge hope. Fiestas encourage us to struggle ahead; fiestas are part of our searching for the good life. Foe us, la vida buena es la que se goza...the good life is the one we enjoy. Our struggle is for joy and delight, for shared good fortune, for the fullness of life...that is why we celebrate. Que siga la fiesta!

Ada Maria Diaz

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

" a living and evolving community of creativity and compassion"



“…we come to know the world not simply as an objective system of empirical objects in logical connection with each other, but as an organic body of personal relations and responses, a living and evolving community of creativity and compassion.”
To Know As We Are Known, Parker Palmer


lessons in hospitality

“Kid’s Club” takes place in various locations around the city; all seem to be on the outskirts, among the marginalized people. Many of these people are new emigrants to the city looking for work- all are poor, even by Mexico’s standards. I volunteer at Kid’s Club on Wednesdays and Thursdays; we sing a few songs, hear a Bible story, maybe do a craft or draw a picture, play games, put puzzles together, jump rope, etc. My linguistic capabilities, or more correctly my lack of them, are a great source of amusement to the kids. For now that is my role.

Last Thursday after club, one of the kid’s house’s burnt down. That is rare here, as most of the houses are block or concrete. Generally, wood house are temporary; generally, the families are poor. This family lost EVERYTHING. That was Thursday.

On Friday, their community came together to build them a new house. This family of six now has a 15 by 30 foot new house, although it doesn’t look like anything you would see in our neighborhoods. Their new house has a dirt floor, no windows and a doorway on either end. The support beams on the corners and in the middle section of the house are 2 by 4 posts. The walls are 3 by 4 foot sheets of tin used for canning fruit cocktail, tomato paste, enchilada sauce; you name it- whatever you may see on the shelves of your grocery store you may also see advertised on houses here. These sheets of tin are nailed to thin strips of wood. It doesn’t matter that the nails go all the way through, in fact it can be an asset. Protruding nails become sweater and backpack hooks, or places to hang pots and pans or cooking utensils.

This week the club staff and I visited the family after club. We took along a few bags of miscellaneous items for them. I was surprised to see how much they already had. Again, their community, their neighbors, (their poor neighbors), had scraped this and that together for them. They already had: 2 beds, blankets, a dresser and mirror, 2 wooden tables, kitchen supplies, wooden crates full of clothes, rice, sugar, even a 6” T.V.

La Senora invited us in. We sat on her two chairs and the edges of the beds She gave her son a few pesos to run to the store to buy “refrescos” When he returned she served us soda and cookies. We chatted as the children played around us with their new stuffed animals.

I left there asking myself, what would be my attitude if my house burnt down and I lost everything? Would I be able to entertain people within a week? Would I be scrambling around with an emphasis on serving others? Where I live, I have “insurance” to protect me in the event of such a calamity, but do I have a supporting community like this?

What is my role within my community? What do I want it to be? I find myself asking if I am willing to invest in serving and being served by others in order to create such a place, such “a living and evolving community of creativity and compassion?”