Defining Moments, 2009
This Burn was my third (nonconsecutive) pilgrimage to the playa and the most powerful by far. Seeking a way to ground my energy and emotions upon returning to my homeground in the Pacific Northwest, I headed out to the San Juan Islands last weekend to visit two dear friends at their home on a cliff above the wild shore. I told stories about my experiences at the Burn for hours; a few days later, one of the friends commented "you seem humbled by your Burn this time around." That is a perfect description of my current state: humbled. Also: in awe. thankful. blessed. in love. connected. pregnant with possibilties. floating in a state of grace, not fully existing in this world or that.
"Tell us about one of your defining moments on the playa this year …" is the question John Curley posted on the Burning Blog last week, and over 75 Burners fresh from their Black Rock City tenure answer with stories that are moving, hilarious, sacred, bittersweet, transformative and heartfelt. I connect to the thread of humility that is braided through the many impressions shared. I feel waves of playa-love pulsing through my newly-reinvigorated heart as I read these personal reflections. I hope you can feel them too, and I invite you to share your own defining moment in the comments at the end of the post.
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One evening early in the week, as the
sun was setting, I walked out into the desert alone, behind BRC,
where there was no one. I was utterly alone, no other humans near
by. I asked my creator what I should do. My creator informed me
that I must lose the costume first…and so away it went, layer by
layer, and then the jewelry, and necklaces…all of it off, I stood
completely naked, bathed in the blazing colors of the setting sun.
I walked away from my belongings, and my footprints appeared in the
cracks before me, before I stepped into them, the footprints
appeared. They were already there, waiting for me to fill them. My
body found a rhythm and I intuitively moved in a kind of slow
ti-chi-yoga dance, that let my joints crack and free themselves of
their restrictions. I have been in several accidents, have broken
many bones and have limited range of motion, but I felt freed of
all of it. Free of pain, regret, fear…..FREE. With my creator that
evening, I found myself once again. A child, an embryo, a man, a
woman, all together, all encompassing, a creative being of
light….free to BE… as I was gifted this life to be.
Later that evening, a fellow burner gave me a bumper sticker that
says ‘Fear is Funny’.
And I have not stopped smiling since.
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I decided to trek to the temple alone
on Saturday afternoon after much debauchery. I was delivered into a
dust storm on the way, and couldn’t see a single structure or
living person at first. Rather than feeling worried it was the most
peaceful experience of my life. Later, I would come apon pockets of
people and art that would recede into the dust again like
apparitions. I finally made it to the temple and cried like a
little girl- for me, for loved ones, for everyone there. It was
like my soul was wiped clean for the very first time. It was so
stunning and surreal.
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Watching the temple burn with friends, we were awestruck when a
phenomenal cellist humbly played next to us. We listened for a half
hour while he drew all the sorrow, love, yearning and spirit of the
temple through his strings, and then moved on. I am so grateful for
that beautiful experience.
Also, I got to surrender to the moment many times this year – going
with the flow, against my programming and typical behavior or
responses, I got to experience immediacy more than I ever have
before in 10 years of participating in Burningman. Here’s to
playadipity!
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2 years ago I was diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer. Last
November, after a year of radiation and chemo I was told I only had
‘weeks or months’ to live. Being at Burning Man again this year was
a triumph for me and an affirmation of life. When I put a message
on the temple I started to cry because I suddenly realized I had
changed from thinking about dieing to thinking about living. That
was a moment I will never forget.
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"The Life Lessons of Burning Man"
Read the entire article, alongside many other first-hand reports and interpretations, on the "What is Burning Man?" page in our "About" section. Alright then.
We did it!
Camp dBM evolved in to Camp Get Found when we moved our home to 3:30 & Lineage. Here's our one family portrait we managed, moments before launching ourselves out in to Burn Night. Torsten left early and was missed; Gabriella and Sugar Cube are our special guests. Many, many more stories to come. For now, decompression back in the Default World. Viva la Team Love!!! xoxoxoxo
UPDATE: We have a Flickr pool for Get Lost at www.flickr.com/groups/get_found/pool/.