It’s been raining for the past several days, and I’m welcoming the water and the soul cleansing that it brings. In this tragically beautiful poem of anguish and sorrow, Caraza writes of a woman in deep morning standing before a river to let the water cleanse her soul. The first days of November mark Dia de los Muertos – the Mexican celebration of life after death, and time spent in remembrance. How do you find purity in the rain, celebration in grief, beauty in darkness? How do you embrace the stories of those you’ve lost to ensure their memories live on?
Brianna Curran, Washington, DC