These feet belong to myself, Neena, and Megan--in the Ganges River, India 2001. According to www.sacredland.org "Winding 1,560 miles across northern India, from the Himalaya Mountainsto the Indian Ocean, the Ganges River is not a sacred place: it is a sacred entity. Known as Ganga Ma-Mother Ganges-the river is revered as a goddess whose purity cleanses the sins of the faithful and aids the dead on their path toward heaven." Needless to say, I thought this was a decent spot to spread some of my Uncle Paul's ashes. Unfortunately, the experience was chaotic and left me unfulfilled. The city (I think it was Haridwar) was not how you picture a city that borders a holy river--maybe it was the overcast weather or the extreme poverty or all of the lepers. When it came time to deposit the ashes, there was a brief ceremony that was difficult for me to connect with because I did not know a lot about Hindu theology. I also felt like the time I had to say a few silent prayers and relive some memories was rushed and I felt like everyone was watching me. It was weird. But, I do think that my Uncle Paul is cool with it even though it didn't go exactly as I hoped.