wakeangel

Tha's right, I'm back from the Playa! I know, I know, I've been back for a week and why the hell has it taken so long for me to update? Well, for those of you who know what Burning Man is like... well, you know. For those that don't, let me 'splain. When you're out there on the playa things are sort of other worldly. The art, the machines, the people dressed in funny clothes, the sort of rampant, ironic humor... "Please look out for the big white boat!". People there treat each other the way humans should treat each other. I've mentioned this before I believe. There are always great human trajegedies where people are forced to rise up to the occasion. Open their doors and offer help to anyone that needs it. At Burning Man kindness is extended to all walks of life simply for the sake of kindness. There are so many incredible people and things to see. So many wonderful toys. So much great artwork. Creativity is overflowing. Beautiful poeple inside and out sharing their lives and hearts with you. After all of this, when you leave, all you can think about is that you don't want to leave. When you get home a weird sort of depression set's in. It's hard to explain... it is what it is. So all last week I've been feeling this emptiness that's still with me in many ways. This year was very different from last year and I'm sure next year will be different still. I saw so many cool things but of course I wanted to see more. Well, each time is a learning experience and I definitely learned a thing or two this year. Probably the one dissappointment was that I didn't participate as much this year as I'd hoped so that will be my goal for next year along with making a more interesting costume or two. Now I'm back home with alot on my mind and several goals that I've made for myself. One of the main things is to get my life under control. I feel as though I've been blowing around in the wind like an autumn leaf or that bag one of the characters in "American Beauty" shot. Just endlessly circling. This needs to change. To many things have gone unattended and have become real problems. I can do that I suppose, just let things go until they've become to big to ignore. This definitely needs to change. All of these things went through my head the night the burned the Man. At one point all I could do was lay in the dust and close my eyes and think. I felt like I had concrete blocks for feet and bowling balls for hands, heavey was my heart and mind and so it manifested itself physically. Plus people kept buring this awful incent that, to me, smelled like rancid body oder. Like someone who rarely bathes or uses deoderant. Everytime I smelled it I would almost get sick. When asked, some hippy dude told me that it was to bless people in their journies to where ever. Um, ok. How about blessing me by extinguishing that nasty shit! I did see one SG peep, the fabulous miss Blyss but didn't want to bother her. Also I was in the middle of deep conversation with the fabulous miss LaLindaLoca. Anyway, I need to resize some of the cooler shots to upload to my page so be looking for those. Hope you're all doing well!