Ah this is so heartwarming in the middle of my decompression! How could I not contribute? (Because thanks, y'all, you got me started listing out the stuff... by no way complete... that made me happy this burn. Have to share now...)
*the exodus night burn of the "Phoenix Egg" at the man's ashes... awesome fire from a neighbor, and meeting a couple of folx (one from Cedarville) who hugged me and congratulated me on my first solo burn
*my interaction with Ryan at the Temple Burn (I am so glad I stopped and shared some time with you... and some coconut water! yes, I know what it is like to be lonely, and am so glad I found a moment of being "alone, not lonely" to see you!)
*the hug i got at the the conclusion of the suicide release ritual at Red Lightning. I came into this burn carrying the weight of several deaths, and am grateful for the folks that gathered so early in the week to acknowledge that heavy space so many of us walk with. It made my burn lighter. Thank you for hugging me, and telling me I am strong. I will carry that, willingly.
*my awesome virgin neighbor clan: thanks for answering the 3am query of "I am looking for a place to BE" with "yay! neighbors!" (and ps, from the one who stayed til tuesday--- you kicked virgin moop ass!!)
*handing off hannah's camera after taking a photo of the Ranger RV/LOVE... One of my neighbors handed me a disposable camera. "Take 3 pictures, pass it on." I have a hard time taking photos out there, partially because I don't have a camera. Partially, cuz I get lost in "immediacy." But as I took the last of my 3 photos (it was of the broken down playa covered Ranger RV with the LOVE sculpture in the background), someone biked by saying "I LOVE THAT THING!" To which I got to reply: "Yay! I love that thing too! Want to play a game with me?" And handed off said camera... Hope you like the photos, Hannah!
*Running into *** at Center Camp Cafe... and not working! I signed up for a cafe shift ("oh my god we need you so much this shift!" Showed up to work, and who was there, but my birgin coworker. Of course, the only time we run into each other is to "work," slinging coffee, like we do in defaultia. Lucky for us, turns out they didn't need us so bad after all! We ran off from center camp at 11pm and only parted ways at sunrise.
*the whoop! at the end of my pilgrimage to the Temple: I finally did my "big pilgrimage" to the Temple on Wednesday (or so). Spent a couple of hours putting up photos etc of lost ones. Finally, I put up the last picture, wrote a message, and poured his ashes into the dust. I set a stone in the center of his ashes, and right as I felt "done" with the patterns I was drawing, everyone in the center of the Temple let out a huge "WHOOP!" Didn't hear anything like that before or after!
*being fed heart-shaped pickled beets by Pi(e?)lady!
*my first on playa motorcycle ride
*riding past the guy helping a girl pee into a jug for what seemed like the first time... deep playa
*being asked multiple times "is this yours?" 1)an awesome compliment 2)usually followed up with "well, I didn't make it" and 3)"it's ours"... but with a wink towards if you fuck with it i won't stand for it
*the purple of the mountains in the early am
*the random burn barrel I got waved into on early (Thurs?) morning...
*knowing to put a fucking tarp under my leaky ass engine!
*the guy who managed to shove 2 extra bags of trash into his tiny car on Tuesday (and also jump started my car with a hug)
*sunset yoga at the temple under the earth harp. even though my definition of yoga consisted mostly of breathing and visualization, cuz i couldn't keep up with you vinyasa hippies (maybe by next year)
*spending time at lava beds on my way to brc
*my only "splurge" kinda working! yay for my solar radio!
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvelous error!--
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures
-- Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly