This is a sunrise view from the bow of La Llorona. I was there for 4 of the 7 sunrises in the week of Burning Man.
Each one was unique and special.
I saw several weddings while there. I was even in the photos of one.
It's been over a week since I've been of the Playa. It feels like yesterday and forever ago.
I know that I will find myself in Black Rock City again.
But then again I thought I would be back in New York City on a regular basis, but I haven't been back since 09-10-2001, the day we drove away. There is so much of the world I have yet to see and so many places I want to revisit.
Only time will tell, until then I'll always have my Virgin Voyage. I thank the desert, all those who made the expedition what it was and my family for letting me go off and play and live.
I never made it inside the Temple of Juno. I had planned to, but then when I found the time, they had barred entrance to load it with wood to burn.
The temple burn is one that is solemn, or supposed to be. It is a time for remembering and honoring and for letting go.
I am not being naive or optimistic when I say I didn't feel a need for this ritual this year. I feel remarkably fortunate. My family and I have had a bumpy year to say the least and are without a "home" or a physical base. We often don't know where we'll be any given night not to mention in a week or a month.
We had a home that we shared and became a center of our "community". It is where people would come to celebrate New Year's Eve and the 4th of July. We had many, many house guests who might stay for a night or weeks on end. It became a classroom and meeting place for our home-school family. And then when it no longer made sense to hold on to we let it go.
As a family we wrote of this in the temple at the Georgia Alchemy festival and watched it go up in flames together.
And now I feel free.
Burning Man comes alive at night.
It's when things burn.
It's when people dance and party.
I don't know what Kerouac would think of Burning Man, I have a feeling he would think it was contrived, but man does he get quoted much on the Playa.
I heard the following a lot, I tend to agree, although as often as not I would be the mad one he followed.
"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
As I studied the Beats, I began to identify more with Neal Cassady, for better or for worse.
Pics to Speak on their ownish:
Friends that Fly Together.....
I was/am inspired.
I want to flow more.
I want to juggle
I had so much fun.
Made some new friends
Was touched and hopefully touched others.
Burning Man is Dead
Long Live Burning Man