Death and Dancing in the Desert
I recently went out to the desert for a week of retreat. Last Christmas I had a pulmonary embolism while in Vienna. Coming so close to the reality of my own death demanded more reflection, more time to be present to what this experience was opening up in my heart. I knew the desert was the place of fierceness calling to me. In my first few days I found myself deeply drawn to images of death. In New Mexico there are these wonderful figures everywhere of skeletons dressed in various clothing. They are in celebration of Day of the Dead