5pm
There is a mandatory meeting this afternoon for the camp I was staying at last week... Wait! I mean 2 days ago, goodness the days are so long here. I still have a prepaid meal plan to redeem there. I mean it isn’t my camp exactly, they are mostly lovely people. Not all of course, any group has some folks I have a trickier time being pleasant to. I have a few that I’ve grown distaste for... The type of person who would say “I thought you were supposed to be a yogi” when you express honest feelings. Yeah, that dick. I go and fake some of the interactions while feeling others genuinely and appreciative to feel honest efforts to welcome me into the group. I still feel like an outsider on the periphery accompanying an outsider.
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8.30.2019 (Friday: The man burns tomorrow)
5:30am
The Day’s are so very long here.
I woke at 5:30am. 10 minutes before my alarm is set to sound. I am determined to great the sun while meditating at the temple. Peddling furiously across the desert, fellow riders look to playfully engage. I am somewhat disappointed that I can not entertain their efforts in this moment; “I”, have ways. I see the neon of the Playa’s temporary human contribution fading as the sky shows signs of crimson and the blue has become fainter than the darkness that was present just a quarter of an hour prior.
I meditate with open eyes. Taking in the light show as this beautiful life providing celestial body appears to begin its journey across the sky transforming into the loathsome unavoidably oppressive gaseous star it is assuredly on its way to becoming and that anyone who has spent hours under its influence can confirm. After 108 breaths and what additional I decide to be a sufficient amount of time taking in this moment; I staple my contribution to Sunday’s impending Temple burning. My “Burning Man” neighbor, and new friend Tom, is hoping to burn images of the father he lost this year; I have contributed images of the personal “self” I wish to destroy.
7:30am
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8.29.2019 (Thursday: The man burns in three days)
We have moved. This instability is very shocking to me. I had found quiet(er) places to engage with the routines I have at home: Meditating and Yoga. My more in depth movement practice is tricker to engage with here because of my own personal social anxieties. I spent four years at a conservatory avoiding practicing the violin in practice rooms when certain people were around because I felt judged (even when I was the only one doing the judging).
I will be able to maintain the routine I’ve developed, we aren’t far from our old camp.
I am well, I am breathing and I am well
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The black water in the RV is full…
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8.28.2019 (Wednesday: The man burns in four days)
I’m laying in a hammock on my perch high above the spectacle that is Burning Man.
Today was the third day of this reality. I’m adapting and also heavily long for the life I have left behind for this experience…
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8.27.2019 (Tuesday: Second Day of “My Burn”)
“How’s Yer Burn going man?”…
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Memoirs From a Burn 2019.08.26 (Arrival)
Metamorphosis
Four men got in a discussion.
Each one said:
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8.25.2019 (1 day before arriving at Burning Man)
A gift has arrived and I cherish it:
The Laughing Heart
your life is your life…
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2019.08.23 (Departing Philadelphia)
At the center of my circumstances with a full and heavy heart. I soar through the air and notice this momentary and yet overwhelming lack of stability. Having felt love in its many forms: physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation, gifts and acts of service, it feels ungrounding to fly away from the places warmth and acceptance are present…
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