The River Blessing is my favorite community ritual.
It’s been happening for a couple hundred years in this same spot–San Isidro, the patron saint of farmers, is brought to the river in a procession. There’s lot’s of singing, and flowers.
Some years, there’s no water in the river. Some years, there is.
I can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s us who are blessed by the river, and not the other way around.