I have this book I write in every day. When I finish, it will encompass 1,825 answers given over a 5 year period. 365 questions, one per day, and you repeat them every year, and see how your answers change as you learn and grow. Today asked me about a quote or lyrics that resonated with me today.
"Wait for someone who tells strangers about you." Is what I wrote down.
I go back and read what I've written even a few months ago, and it's fun, because they are things I never would have captured otherwise, and I often find it a bit more introspective than something more in depth.
Today though, was the last day of the Color Festival here in Spanish Fork, Utah. I haven't been in years, and I wasn't planning on going. My original plan had been to work all day from home.
But I had an old friend call and talk me into going.
And it didn't take much talking, because friendship, means a lot to me.
And her asking, meant a lot to me.
Besides that, I never turn down a good time.
People (myself included) placed their colored handprints, all over the walls of the temple. And I adored it. Part of the reason that I love the festival is the equality that people share - because everyone is pink, and blue, and green and purple. And no one has a skin color. And while it is about the Hindu religion, they speak, at the festival, about love - and acceptance, and that it isn't just about their religion.
I like, immensely, the premise behind their thoughts of the festival.
This hand mural speaks to that. And - I thought it was a fantastic piece of art.
I saw a Shel Silverstein quote once.
It said, "All the colors I am inside, have not been invented yet."
I DIG this quote. And I think about it whenever I see a wash of pretty colors that escape what I would consider the norm.
The Color Fest is actually a lot different than years past - they have live music that has nothing to do with their religion like it did in the past, and they played dubstep/club music.
I died laughing when 'Bend over make ya knees touch ya elbows' came blaring across the temple grounds. Even more comical was some of the dancing. And I LOVED it.
The aftermath of a perfectly lovely afternoon.
Completely unexpected, but it made my heart happy.
For the record, this is what we looked like before we entered the gate to the Hari Krishna Temple.
Pure as the day is long.
Even the trees were colored.