I'm Not Ready For Burning Man

Here we go again. The desert beckons and I'm just not ready, on any level. What to bring? What not to bring? What do I want to wear? What ever shall I do with my hair, ad naseum. I remember The first time I went(this year is my 8th go round). Yes I brought to much crap and no I didn't start out in a Theme camp/Village. The first year was all about the magical possibility of the experience. The wonder of a place that anything and everything could happen. The ticket says it all

"YOU VOLUNTARILY ASSUME THE RISK OF SERIOUS INJURY OR DEATH BY ATTENDING THIS EVENT AND RELEASE BURNING MAN FROM ANY CLAIM ARISING FROM THIS RISK."


How exciting! The thrill of those words. It's almost like stealing a fizzy lifting drink from Willie Wonka bubble room. And much like that mad foray into the chocolate factory, There's no earthly way of knowing which direction I'm are going.

The Playa nights can be quite cold. Art Installation sometimes appear closer that they really are and you've to keep on your toes for the random drunken person on a bike or some crazed art car careening out of control. The quest for the nearest port-a-potty is both a blessing and a curse. And yet, here I am, blessed as it were, to have a ticket. I want to get ready. But how does one prepare? None of the previous burns prepares you for the next one. Hell, even the man changes from year to year.

I guess I have to ride these moments like a current or wave and allow the experience to happen and be present for what ever comes of it.