The scent of cempasúchil and burning candles drifts through the morning air. Paper skulls of many colors flutter lightly on the wall. I step back to photograph the altar I’ve made for my beloved dead. The movement catches my eye; I reach out, wondering where the breeze might be coming from. Then I realize — … Continue reading When the Veil Breathes: A Día de los Muertos Reflection on Ancestors, Activism, and the Living Earth