get physical

Saints are to be celebrated .This year i started honoring the holy ones in a very physical manner. First in India where i ran around a bonfire in the streets with an Indian poet and his entire family celebrating a Godess by throwing popcorn in the fire ,to feed her,and performing mad dances to make her come alive.Then i climbed the mountains of Bhutan ,never losing sight of MountEverest, to visit the Bhuddas and the Gods of Bhutan and bow in their golden glow, at the expense of my heavy lungs ,deprived of oxygen, and my legs wanting to wobble away from me after a couple of hours of solid upwards yearning to reach the gods seated in their shrines.And i came back to Ireland to celebrate my own innner beliefs,gods are not involved here, and take a walk on the vast grounds around a friends house sharing so much of the recognition of the ground under our feet and the trees and mountains in our eyes that it felt like my first walk on earth outside time remembering the past and the future and how your body can take over the pace of your thoughts and leave you lightness to celebrate nature.Definitly one of my gods.Now its was St Patrick who needed an accolade , already been and gone:the day seen from the top of a Wicklow mountain with so much of the Irish mysticism written in the landscape ,the river down in the valley ,reflecting steel in the sun. Company of comforting bodies ,great minds until late in the night the brazilian drums took over my feet and i danced and danced for saint patrick and all...