Lately, we have said our evening prayers over a landscape of cloth butterflies. Each of them bears the name of a person who died last year in the desert. Eventually, they will be strung together to create a shrine to carry in the All Souls Procession. There is something truly sacred about uttering our goodnight prayer in the midst of all these remembrances.
Today is the day in the Christian calendar when the veil between the living and the dead is a little bit thinner. Like so many butterflies, the souls of those long dead and recently departed flit back into our lives in whatever way they can.
May their souls and the souls of all the departed, rest in peace.