This past weekend, the last of May 2012, I got to experience a pretty amazing little something. The festival de Caracoles in Lleida, Spain blew me away. Of course, there was the fact that I was flying away on some kind of hedonistic beverage all weekend long, but mainly it was the amazing energy I was surrounded by left, right and center.
When we think of festivals in the United States, various images come to mind. Often, we can be surrounded by neon lights, deep fried foods and ugly people trimmed heads with cowboy hats and thick woolen plaid shirts.
This itself, shared some resemblances. Of course, there were a number of tents, a gleaming amusement park in the background and tacky indeed, and finally,various folks sporting cowboy hats amongst other amazing fashion statements I have yet seen since 1992.
Nonetheless, what prevailed was the ever present spirit. Maybe it was the fact that these snails that were being both celebrated and cooked had climbed out of the world, dug themselves up from the grit and grime to shine a short while and bask in the sunlight. And maybe, that is one of the reasons that they actually taste so good, is that there lives are short, sweet, magical and they are plentiful on earth but totally challenging to obtain simultaneously.
The spirit ran far beyond the snails´magic. There were dances following dinner that sparked magic, whistling men in the streets, followed by waving orange bandanas and runs up and down chanting music that made us glow like a pack of fireflies.
"When we are happy, we are good." How Oscar Wilde dictated and how it truly resonates in moments where our thoughts require nothing less than us limiting ourselves to amazement.
Blessed by dance, loving arms, and smiles that illuminate my universe and war me up with the mere thought, I hope everyone once upon a time has the opportunity to dig around for magic just like I did this past weekend.
When we think of festivals in the United States, various images come to mind. Often, we can be surrounded by neon lights, deep fried foods and ugly people trimmed heads with cowboy hats and thick woolen plaid shirts.
This itself, shared some resemblances. Of course, there were a number of tents, a gleaming amusement park in the background and tacky indeed, and finally,various folks sporting cowboy hats amongst other amazing fashion statements I have yet seen since 1992.
Nonetheless, what prevailed was the ever present spirit. Maybe it was the fact that these snails that were being both celebrated and cooked had climbed out of the world, dug themselves up from the grit and grime to shine a short while and bask in the sunlight. And maybe, that is one of the reasons that they actually taste so good, is that there lives are short, sweet, magical and they are plentiful on earth but totally challenging to obtain simultaneously.
The spirit ran far beyond the snails´magic. There were dances following dinner that sparked magic, whistling men in the streets, followed by waving orange bandanas and runs up and down chanting music that made us glow like a pack of fireflies.
"When we are happy, we are good." How Oscar Wilde dictated and how it truly resonates in moments where our thoughts require nothing less than us limiting ourselves to amazement.
Blessed by dance, loving arms, and smiles that illuminate my universe and war me up with the mere thought, I hope everyone once upon a time has the opportunity to dig around for magic just like I did this past weekend.
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