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Celebrating Spring with Dark Ambiguity of Maximón
Easter, Passover and the innumerable rites of spring used to make me anxious and defensive. Tales of death, rebirth, joy and sorrow, suffering and salvation, history recited, vows reaffirmed, sacred foods eaten: traditions created to allow tribes to regroup, bond, and go forth again into an uncertain world. Part of me bridled; I wanted to flee the certainty of it all. It felt like a noose, not a passage to freedom. Until I met Maximón during Semana Santa in Santiago Atitlan in the Guatemalan…
