I’ve always had a fascination with the Festival of Colors… Holi.
For those of you who’ve never heard of this amazing event, it is a celebration held in India. It is engrained in their tradition the same way curry is a staple in their flavors. Every year, just before the arrival of Spring, thousands of people gather in the streets with pigments and water, and a massive explosion of color takes place in this magical space in time. Old and young, women, men, and children, all collide to embrace the arrival of the new season, with the most joyous of hearts.
We all long for connection. We reach out to one another in an attempt to ground our spirits and merge as one. The tangible expression of love, kindness, and all good things comes at the touch, at the physical proximity with one another. And as the colors dance to the rhythm of togetherness, for a moment, we become one. One with the Spirit, with Love, and with Peace.
For me, this is what the Holi Festival of colors is all about: it is a celebration of life, transformation, and the power of renewal. One moment to rejoice in being alive, and free, and whole. To reconnect with our young hearts, and express gratitude for the present moment.