Sitting around the fire, remembering all the traditions and rituals my abuelita taught me around this time of sacredness. Making homemade chocolatito and bunelos, inhaling the aromas of the red chile, posole and sweetness of the biscochitos. Feeling my abuelita near and deep in my heart as the traditions are being learned by the next generation in my grandson and grandbaby to be...my soul is content.
Everything I learned was a ritual from picking herbs, to making cafecito. Ceremony was a way of life. Till this day there is nothing I do that isn’t done in ceremony. People that enter my home always mention “your home feels so sacred, your home reminds me of my grandma’s home etc” I smile for my home is ceremonial. I take great care in placing incense, crystals, fresh flowers and always a lit candle on my altar.
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