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.


A Dusty Little Secret

I had a secret, and I gave it away to a stranger in the dark.

This year’s trek to Burning Man was markedly different from my first journey last year. Most notably – I was not burdened with a heavy heart, as I was my virgin year. This year, I was joyous and happy and I took a newbie with me — and seeing the burn through her eyes was like seeing it for the first time myself. They say every Burn is different, and so far that appears to be true. Read On