So today was the festival of colors in the good town of Spanish Fork, Utah. Mike and I tagged along my lovely Devin and his pals. This was the first year I had ever gone. I think the sight of the Buddhist temple was breath taking all alone, but it was such a fun experience. We all threw multiple bags of just colored/scented dust and laughed. Just for some background on this event, cus believe me I had no clue what it was either...(this is all I know so it may not be much..)
Holi is day where they celebrate spring, mostly in India from what I understand. Also bonfires are lit to recognize the escape of the young Prahlad accomplished when he was carried into the fire. Holika was burned, but Prahlad escaped without any injuries to his unshakable devotion. So I guess the colors is representation of the fire burning..the color of it's flames? I am still trying to learn more about it, but for now that will have to do..sorry.
I have to admit for a girl who doesn't like the feel of chalk I handled it pretty well. Believe me it was hard to breathing the cloud of color thrown in the air. I think I had more color down m chest from those boys than anywhere else. Today was a reminder of life and the simplicity of it all. It's always a roller coaster, but for a moment today I was at peace within my own self. It' s been awhile since I could say that. I must say it didn't last as long as I had hoped shortly after reaching home I had become immersed in helping Mike cope with his distant thoughts along my own.
Sometimes, just like everyone else, I tend to wish that we could just feel balanced. Breath w/o a second that of where our heart is captured. I do however, believe that it's always refreshing stepping away to enjoy something different. It helps you grasp onto what you are missing out on in life while lingering in your everyday pool of emotions. Aw... how I love my life in times like these...I think everyone should go at least once
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