Those of you who have followed this blog for a while remember the sad, sordid, but ultimately uplifting tale of the Bourka Bee Goddess. Continue reading
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.
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
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
I killed her last winter. Today, I brought her back to life.
She didn’t deserve to go out this way, but given her history, I should have known she would meet with a tragic end. Read On
I know I said I had posted my final comments on Burning Man, but while unpacking my gear from the trip, I came across the little notebook I kept in my backpack during my time in Black Rock City. I carried it with me so that if I encountered something or someone that I wanted to remember, I could write it down in the book.
In reading through my notes, some of them are so cryptic I can’t recall what exactly they were referring to. Some, on the other hand, are quite clear (to me, anyway) and the memories associated with them are priceless.
But the collection of thoughts and words looks so intriguingly bizarre on paper that I thought I would share them here. So here you have it: my Burning Man experience described in bullet points: Read On