But first, before any dreams or mental escapes, I sit in the dark with my fears, with my pain and let the sorrow wash over me.
I start on the Day of the Dead. I honour those who have walked before me, remember those who have left this life and I sit with the pain that comes to me when I think of those I have loved and lost.
There’s no longer time or space for mindless distractions, for entertainment in the sake of running away.
So from my first Day of the Dead in Mexico I learn about accepting and honouring one of the very few things that are certain in life, that we are all one day going to die.