Prelude to Decompress
I’ve wanted to go to Burning Man for years now, and for a variety of reasons never made it there, even though I knew a lot of people who went and living in LA ,it wouldn’t have been the epic trek it is for many people.
In September/October, I went to “Alchemy, The Georgia Burn”, a regional burn structured around the 10 principles from Burning Man, for four amazing days.
I had the time of my life, made some wonderful friends and jostled many of my beliefs, opinions, views on life etc. , validating and confirming some, confounding and disrupting other and forcing me to consider and rethink some that I had held, up until that point, relatively steadfast.
Several weeks ago we attended the 7th Annual Atl DSB Orphan Burner Thanksgiving Potluck Dinner and again had a wonderful time, surrounded by open, giving and accepting people. And more friendships were made.
Friday night, after meeting up with several of Cindy’s co-workers and going to a couple local bars, I was able to convince a group of adventures to travel over to The Jungle for the First Fur+ Fire Ball. I hooped a little, danced a lot and saw some amazing performances, but may have overdone it on the partying level, leaving me depleted and not quite up for the Decompression, which fortunately was only around 2 miles from the house.
After lounging around the house for most of the day, running some errands, etc and missing, a hooping class, the trapeze workshop and some other “organized” events, finally was able to get the family up and out. I had floated the idea of camping but Cindy was having none of it, Skye was game but after thinking about how tired I already was and given the generous in/out hours and policies of the event, I too opted for returning to our comfy bed. I’m still not sure about that decision.
I had a brought a couple of growlers of beer(locally-brewed of course), a ½ gallon jug of water, a few cans of Red Bull, and a bag of juggling scarves and bean bags. Needless to say that made for one really heavy and cumbersome bag.
A quick aside, while I feel myself to be a convert, and consider myself a “burner”(it wasn’t that big of a leap), Cindy has not been as fully won-over. She appreciates and respects much of the principles in theory but in practice she is a bit skeptical, which I understand and agree to at times and in parts. So she is less enthusiastic than me and sometimes it takes time for her to leave the “real” world behind and well, for lack of a better word, decompress.
It was perfect. I could barely contain my excitement.
Skye immediately start taking pictures, eager to get some good photos for her class.
So we started to wander around and made it to a stairway leading down to where tents and camping and such was happening.
On the first landing were people juggling.
I joined them, started juggling and never made it any further down.
Overwhelmed with Decompressing
Cindy and Skye continued on down, eventually running into friends we made at the Thanksgiving potluck.
I juggled for a bit longer. Shared stories. Shared drinks. Shared experiences and philosophies. It is so much about sharing.
A passer-by admired our juggling and proceeded to do a back-flip like it was nothing. Again more sharing.
I went back up to groove along to the music and continue to be mesmerized by the fire play, appreciating their art.
Cindy minus Skye found me again. Skye had met another girl there exactly her age and they were off and about together, instant pals.
We hung out together, chilling out, enjoying the beautiful evening.
And it continued like this for a few hours, when Cindy and Skye had had their fill.
They took off and I stayed to continue to absorb the amazing energy and spirit.
I watched as a couple of people loaded log after log into the amazing fire sculpture that glowed and lite up and performed its own magical dance. I was lucky enough to be able to thank its creator and amazing artist, Charlie Smith. If you ever click on a link on my site, I highly suggest clicking on his name. I wish I had a picture but his website will give you an idea of the magic I got to enjoy.
I eventually went inside and the merriment and joyful celebration flowed. I could continue to gush but you get the point.
After a while , I had to make a decision as to stay or make my way home.
I headed out and that is another story.