A belated happy Holi to all! It’s this sort of thing that reminds me why I persevere in seeking along this path. It’s a reminder that while a lot of it is not easy, some parts are delightful (actually, if I’m honest with myself, the whole process is very positive if sometimes in retrospect).
Anyway, I couldn’t get people to play Holi with me on actual Holi, but I figured that the spirit was more important than being precise with the date (except that the full moon came and went, which is pretty important, I think). So yesterday, after spending several days camping with hundreds of other reenactors, I cajoled some friends into going to a park and playing Holi. It was great. I had purchased many packages of Holi colors and a couple of tall-sided thalis, and we rounded up all the squeeze-type water bottles we found.
I didn’t explain much in advance, except that we should wear clothes we didn’t value much. I piled up powder, smeared it on my husband’s face, and then we spent a blissful twenty minutes exhausting our gulal reserves.
I am so doing this again next year. Initially I was disappointed that I couldn’t participate in one of the local temple events, but like most holidays it’s the company that makes it memorable, and I couldn’t ask for better.
I can’t wait until next year!
(photos to come later. My Internet went out and I’m posting from my phone.)