photo: A children's matachine group anxiously awaits their turn.
Yesterday, the feast of Our Lady of Guadelupe, was a big religious day on the Border. I awoke to the sound of drums wafting in my window at 5:45 AM from the Cathedral a few blocks away. The matachines did sacred dance to the rhythmic pounding drumbeat. This sound faded in and out all day. I love to watch the matachine dancing. Yet I must always remind myself not to burst into applause upon the completion of a segment of this dance. It is not a performance, it is a prayer.
If you have experienced a pow-wow, you have the idea. The Guadelupe matachine is a Christianized version. [Caution: I am not authority speaking. I've only been on the Border for a bit over a year all told. My impressions welcome clarification from those who actually know what is what here.]
A few weeks ago, just before I left the Midwest, I attended a drumming circle with two of my grandchildren. Here is cutie #1 enjoying the event:
Cutie #2 is 2 1/2 at his first drumming circle. Hit "Play" to catch the rhythm of Pa Rum Pa Pum Pum. [I just learned that I can't rotate video files. Yikes! Sorry!]
At the end of the circle, our facilitator asked: "Did anyone think about their "to do" list during our circle?" No one had. Our individual concerns were completely absorbed in the community experience of creating. Perhaps the matachine experience is similar. The individual is similarly absorbed into a dance of the divine.
FranIAm had a lovely post yesterday explaining the meaning of the Feast of Our Lady of Guadelupe. This story of Mary earns Border Explorer approval: Mary seeks out the marginalized, the nobodies, the poor and oppressed.
As Christmas approaches and seasonal music plays in the background of our lives, we recall that "The Little Drummer Boy," poor as he was, had a gift to bring too.