Burning Man 2006

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Something I learned this year post-playa is that the best thing about relationships is the moment to moment of the experience. Really it's all the moments you share that make up any relationship.
And while moments are fleeting, I'm learning how important it is to cherish every one.

I'm also learning a lot about letting go... not having attachments and not having expectations. It's just one of those lessons that comes up again and again for me.

I had such an amazing time at Burning Man again this year. Each time I return to Black Rock City, it's as if I never left, like all that time in between disappears magically somehow. The playa feels so much like home to me. There's nothing in the world I love more than riding my bike across the Black Rock Desert.... going where the wind takes me, even when it takes me half way across the playa inside a giant waffle during a dust storm... or perhaps to the middle of a field of glowing sunflowers... or maybe to a giant flaming serpent exploding with fireworks.... or a psychedelic cathedral of bad ass dj's laying down the sermon of bass.

Did I mention I'm in love? I'm in love with myself. I'm in love with life.

And maybe my light burns too bright sometimes. And you know what? I'm just going to keep on shining, bright as possible, always and forever.

Decompression 2005

Decompression this year was extra special for me. My camp, the Junkyard, set up a lounge at the event. We were given some prime real estate on the street. It was lovely having a home base to come back to throughout the day. The best part was always finding cuddle piles of friends there. It was all very warm and fuzzy. Thanks to everyone who helped us set up, and also to everyone else who made our space cozy and welcoming.

I think Decompression really got the Junkyard stoked about Burning Man 2006. I'm excited for the year ahead. The deeper connections and lasting friendships we're creating with each other have been really special so far. I look forward to more of that.

Burning Man 2005

I'm back from another week in that desert. I could go on and on with stories of my adventures. Like about my campmates who got engaged on a pirate ship... the billion bunny march... my mission with the Thunderdome... swimming in the oasis... receiving mail from San Francisco in my tent... the sunrise cuddle piles at the temple... following a mammoth in a duststorm... The stories are bizarre and endless. I think that's why I love Black Rock City so much.

The best part of it all was being camped with the Junkyard. Fuck yeah!

Burning Man 2004

There are truly no words to describe what a powerful experience that week in the desert was for me. Life-changing. Yes. Extraordinary. Yes. Beautiful. Yes. Okay, sure, there are words, but none of which can entirely capture the magnitude of it all.

Nothing could quite prepare me for what would transpire out there in Black Rock City. All I know is that life is different. Changes must be made because happiness like I didn't know was possible exists for me now. The beautiful thing is that it was there all along, I just needed to open my eyes.

Good bye Black Rock City. See you next year.