Id love to go see a Celtic festivity or Druid meeting. I once found a meeting area for Scottish Picts in an old Oak grove in the highlands, and there were blue swirls on the trees, the Picts symbol. I camped there and woke early, hearing the bird called a coo-coo bird, and it's song really was with the most haunting voice I ever heard. This was a beautiful memory of mine. It feels so meaningless sometimes to be in New York, living on the luxurious Madison Ave, buying Armani, Etro, Chanel, Gucci... sometimes i would give it all away, just to have a spiritual connection again with nature, living in the country and meeting others who feel the same.
There is a season for everything. I was there, now I am here, maybe again I will be there.