I leave on Saturday for my 11th Burning Man.
But for me, the pilgrimage began 2 months ago.
The preparation weeks are bliss for me.
Itâ€™s like I have a Pavlovian response…and I start to CREATE. Ideas fly thorough my head. Everything looks like a part of a sculpture or costume.
My world becomes a fury of paint/glue/fabric/cut/spray/glue/sweat/& love.
My apartment becomes a studio. The foam-cutting knife does not get put away after use. Nor does the glue gun.
Pink fur scraps infest my apartmentâ€¦like some Fraggle virus.
And the artistic projects fill the house at an incredible rate.
During the pre-burn season I give myself permission to embrace a â€œCut first â€“ Measure laterâ€ design philosophy.
I let it â€˜float more.â€™
And the stream brings such delights!
This year Iâ€™ve been inspired to create (with my mom & girlfriend’s help):
â€¢ A sticker design (chosen as the official gate sticker this year. Gifted to EVERY participant.)
â€¢ rubber stamp designs (x3)
â€¢ Art Bike (â€œAll Hail Snuffleoctopus!â€)
â€¢ Goggle-head-dresses (x2)
â€¢ Stencils (2)
â€¢ Tons of customized clothing,
â€¢ and now we’re working on decorating a Lounge on the Esplanade!
Plus I have 3 responsibilities for during the week.
1) Bike Ride â€“ Wed. 12:00 noon @ Bat Country 9:30 & Espl.
2) HugNation â€“ Sat. 12:00 noon Center Camp, spoken word stage.
3) And I also act as a Courier.
By â€œCourierâ€ I mean that I bring things to the Playa for people.
I extend the offer every year on my blog that Iâ€™m happy to bring something on anyoneâ€™s behalf.
Sometimes itâ€™s a picture to print out. Or old letters.
Letting go of an expectation or a regret.
This year a beautiful young woman sent me ashes of her child.
And a letter of celebration. Celebrating the miracle of the brief life.
She had named her child after Grandpa Caleb.
But he was very premature.
Now Baby Calebâ€™s ashes are making the same journey as his namesake.
But I canâ€™t help but think that from the perspective of the Cosmic Danceâ€¦it is beautiful.
We are born. We live. We die.
We are loved. We love.
The number of breaths we take does not determine the worth of our lives.
Rather, it is the purity of the journey.
So this yearâ€™s Burning Man Journey is infused with not only a narcotic creative frenzy, but also a depth.
And a renewed appreciation of the Journey itself.
If you are going to Burning Man, I will be camped at 9:30 and Esplanade. No amount of planning can force encounters to happen, but if our journeys do cross paths, please say hello! Iâ€™d love to share a magic moment.