Goddess 2.0

I loved her.
So I stole her.
I celebrated her.
Then I domesticated her.
I flaunted her.
Then I neglected her.
I forgot her.
Then I remembered her.
I retrieved her.
And I celebrated her.
But then I killed her.
And I mourned her.
I had lost her.
Then I resurrected her.
And I valued her.
So I shared her.
And now I release her.

Those of you who have followed this blog for a while remember the sad, sordid, but ultimately uplifting tale of the Bourka Bee Goddess. I first wrote about her in the post “Death of a Deity“, where readers learned her Origin Story – where she was admired, stolen, revered, and ultimately murdered. Her tale of redemption came in the post “Goddess, Resurrected“, where she came back to life and took her place in our camp at last year’s Burning Man.

The Bourka Bee Goddess is returning to Black Rock City, and this time, it seems she was meant to be there. This year’s Burning Man theme is “Fertility 2.0”, and what better symbol for fertility 2.0 than a bee goddess who was dead and then brought back to life?

I knew she would return to the playa this year. I didn’t know she would first undergo a radical transformation, but she did. Her new image is not of my creation; rather, she spoke to me through various mediums – dreams, friends, memories of the 80’s…. The message was, in her unique way of speaking, “I am so much more than you can possibly make of me. Set me free to be the representation of Universal Fabulousness that I am!”

I came to see her as a genie kept in a bottle. She needed release to be able to perform her magic. So I listened to the voices that seemed to be saying to me, “let her go” and in so doing, she became more of the goddess that she truly is.

The process required returning her to her original state.

Then letting her shimmering nature dictate the color palette.

The tile pieces added a new intensity to her ferocity…

Now those who look upon her carelessly can be blinded by her beauty —

–while the mindful among us, looking upon her with reverence, will see their own beauty reflected back to them.

The Goddess returns to the playa in a few days and, much like the bee brings pollen to the flowers, she’ll be bringing love to the dusty citizens of Black Rock City.


Daddy-Daughter Date, Done Differently

I wondered if taking Makena to a fundraiser was going to be an acceptable way to spend our monthly Daddy-Daughter Date Night last Saturday. If it had been any other fundraiser, it might not have gone over so well. But because this was a fundraiser put on by Burners, it was a night my daughter will never forget. 

Our destination for the evening

Read On

Delivery Squid

freckle-cheeked and
blue-eyed girl,
pencil in hand,
and paper
a blank canvas
to convey images
unique to her,
ideas as strange and
as all those born of
whose minds are not bound
by the limits of reality
but instead exist in a
where birds carry umbrellas
and flowers are
as large as trees. Read On

Playa Notes

This week’s “zombie” post reminded me that writing this blog can be fun, and it occurred to me that, lately, this blog has had more emphasis on the “serious” and less on the “silly”. And the last thing I want this blog to be is something that makes people think, “Jeez, that guy’s gotten so preachy – what happened to the days when Terry was fun?”

I like to think that this blog is just a reflection of my real life, and I try to write as truthfully and transparently as possible. And the space I’m in on my journey does seem to place a lot of emphasis on the spiritual, on admitting my human frailty and flaws, on the awakening consciousness — and all that shit. But as evidenced by that last sentence, I like to laugh, I like to be offbeat, and I like to be weird. And I don’t want to lose sight of that just because I happen to be growing up mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

So it is with this in mind that I give you — the random musings jotted down in my little pink journal that I carried with me everywhere at Burning Man this year. Similar to last year’s “P.S. Bullet Points” post, these notes are occasionally cryptic even to me, but most are linked to one-of-a-kind experiences that will never come my way again, thus making them priceless memories. Read On