I have witnessed you at your highest, most vibrant, peaceful and beautiful self just as I've seen you at your lowest, torn to pieces, colorless and wrapped up in your suffering.
I have seen you come back to life after everything you were was lost - no, better said, it was transformed.
I have seen you overcome the limits of your pain body and break the shackles of attachment to your past self.
Seen you transmute all that darkness into light.
Through the good and not as good,
I have seen myself in you.
I've loved you through it all.
Bhaktapur's weeklong festival marks the ancient solar Nava Barsha (New Year) and is the only festival that does not follow the lunar-based Nepali calendar. The jatra commences after a special Tantric ritual in th Bhairab temple in Taumadhi Tole in Bhaktapur. Bhairav and Bhadrakali are then placed in large chariots (locally known as Rathas) and pulled through crowds of cheering onlookers. During the festival people replay a drama passed on over the centuries.
The chariots, pause for a tuge of war between the easterna and western sides of town and then move down a steep road leading to a river, where a 25-m high lingam (vertical pole) is erected. In the evening the following day, the pole is pulled down, again in a tug of war and as the pole crashes as the official new year commences.
I swear I'll stop posting pictures from Florida after this one! I have a lot more, but I'll start posting the other pictures. I said last year to expect a lot of tulip photos but I never got around to posting them and I went to Skagit Valley again today so I promise I'll post them all soon😊