I was gonna title it “Happy New Year, Motherf***ers!” to really just get the point across up at the top, but instead I’m saying it just below the title as a loophole to an etiquette rule I guess I made up.
That said…that’s it. Happy New Year, y’all. Get out there, do some stuff, enjoy yourselves, and hit life with the tenacity it takes to bite the ass off a bear.
Good luck, and I’m rooting for you.
Happy Sunday, everyone (or whatever day it is when you give this a read).
Also, Happy Dia de los Muertos, everyone!
I’m not Latin by blood or heritage, but orbit this holiday a lot through my mother. For as long as I’ve been old enough to pay attention, she’s loved everything about this holiday, from the aesthetic and colors, to traditional dances and rituals, and the spirit the day encapsulates and represents.
There’s a local museum in our city that hosts events and exhibits surrounding Dia de los Muertos’ history and cultural art that we make sure to attend every year they’ve done so, and this year will be no exception (safely, of course).
A bit cross-cultural, but in the spirit of the holiday, I figured I’d share a few haiku I put together some months ago that center around the ideas of the day. I hope you like ’em and maybe find something in them that resonates. Mm’wah!
Stories deserve ends
return among dreams.
Echoes which reflect values
Hum, eternal bones
Awareness behind the thought
Anyhoozle, take care everyone. Give somebody a hug while you’re at it.