A little prose goes a long way

I think that there is the great misconception of burning man as a giant drug induced orgy. I mean, don’t get wrong there is a presence of both at the burn, but as you read this someone in your hometown is getting high or getting fucked; neither of which is a bad thing. The party aspect of burning man is one of the elements, but alone it could not stand. On my first post talking about the enigmatic shift I have been feeling since the burn, I talk about how the most amazing thing for me was the people.

Burn Baby Burn

So I have been riding high ever since getting back from Burning Man last week; there is some air in my step, wisdom in my words and confidence in my energy. I like this feeling; I like this feeling a lot. I am trying to not be annoying and to diversify the conversation on topics more than the Burn, but when an event turns you inside out it’s hard to not reflect on the process, and in this case, shine in the glow.

Life After Cancer

I didn’t realize that in the aftermath of the destruction, I would have to find it in myself to rebuild. I look around as I sit in the ruins trying to figure out what my next step is. I have no spouse and children to return to, no fabulous career to rock, no given trajectory that requires my full unbiased attention – instead I stand among the stones that supported my former life with no understanding of how to put them back into place. Maybe it is the free spirit aspect of my personalty or maybe its the commitment-phobe that lives inside, but either way the path ahead is marred by fog and invisibility.

Surgical Elements

As human beings we feel the need to categorize and divide. We separate our world into different hemispheres and continents, segregate our species into cultures and nationalities, reign dominion over creatures of the earth and sea, always carefully keeping the divide. We draw lines and boundaries to guarantee that there will be no overflow, or cross contamination between two carefully split groups. What happens when the lines are not so distinctively drawn; or worse, what happens when we forget that there really is no line at all?