I love...

One thing I really love about my husband is how he seems to have a sixth sense about when I'm going to get home. He wanders out of the backyard onto the street as if he were waiting for me the whole time.

I've never mentioned it to him... I'm just going to keep enjoying it.

Burning Man reminiscing...

So, apparently this year I've had a hard time putting into words what Burning Man means to me. It was my fourth year, and, by far, my least dramatic (in a good way!). It's a trying place, but I know what I'm getting myself into, and this time I was well equipped with wonderful family (emotional support) and a wonderful husband. Not that bringing three "virgins" to the desert didn't require it's own set of issues, but I felt much safer this time around that we were all clear headed enough to get ourselves safely there and safely back. More than that, I found that my experience allowed me to slip rather easily into my Burning Man person... the language was at my dirty fingertips, and it felt unbelievably invigorating to my soul to be around all that amazing energy. Truth be told, I've been vibing off of that energy in different ways for months now still!

I actually wrote about 3 pages of stuff on the RV trip home, and then in a twist of fate, I put the pages in my camelback, then went hiking about a week later, the camelback got wet, and the pages became a beautiful piece of stained ink art work instead. I really enjoyed that hike, so I guess it was meant to be.

Then, recently, I opened an old notebook and found my gibberish scribblings from my first year there! I figure a lot of my feelings towards the event are exactly the same, so here they are... the random, overwhelming, sometimes cliche scribblings of a twenty something having her mind exploded:

"so much to see! so much to see!

have my eyes ever been this wide?

all the creativity from every soul,

how the world is meant to be.

a gathering of freaks

yet not a demon in the bunch.

wise eyes

open eyes

free eyes

scared eyes

compassionate eyes

demonstrative eyes

and the beats go on and on

this world never sleeps

there's just too much to see

lovely to see people working together

pushing boundaries

smiling

bonding together in strange conditions

willing to be at peace with each other

for no real reason

but that the soul needs to be at peace

and oh! the art and the cars and the bikes and the nipples and the yoga and the furry and the monkeys and the carrots and it goes on and on

MY EYES CAN'T CATCH THEIR BREATH

what expression

what beauty we allow here

and we're all a little awkward and over-stimulated

the porta potties and the dust on the bikes and the body and every little thing you could imagine

the ups and the downs and the hearts and the buses with the people on top, staring down and waving

and it is all about feeling good, and whatever you need, if I can help you get it, I will

does "civilization" really exist? is there anywhere to be but here?

I think no.

i am having no revelations about my personal life because it is so far from here.

overwhelming.

here it is so easy to support the wonderful talent and the expression, the unique abilities

the band with the sitar and the opera singer and the violinist just there at noon to make you happy

playing catch with a frisbee and a stranger, acceptable and encouraged

and what has happened to my nose?? it is not good.

it's just all so much! i must try to be calm to take it in."

The luckiest cell

One of my favorite things that Vanessa, a yoga teacher of mine, says is "You are here because you CAN be here." Upon first listen, I was underwhelmed. Of course I can be here. Obviously. I'm here. And I'm uncomfortable in this position, and this pithy statement of yours is doing nothing to ease my discomfort OR shed enlightenment leading to some new understanding of my discomfort. But she stuck with it. Class after class. And I think it's becoming one of my new favorite statements.

Because the truth of it is that we CAN be here... in yoga... in life... and we are lucky for it. Whatever formation of cells came into being became us, the luckiest cell(s), and now we have evolved to a level of consciousness that is physical, mental, spiritual, with possibilities of enlightenment, happiness, sorrow, and suffering. But we get to experience this. And what is the ratio in which we would be the cell lucky enough to get here? Or, in a simpler (and perhaps more of a reasonable explanation in these circumstances) way, our bodies have afforded us movement which is beautiful and our minds have cultivated ways to stimulate itself. In the best way possible, we CAN be in class because we are terribly, terribly lucky. 

It just translates to life so wonderfully. I was folding laundry today, not exactly loving it, and I reminded myself that I am folding laundry because I CAN, because not only do I have the physical agility to help myself and others, but I also can afford lovely clothes which I CAN buy, wear, and wash. We are not all so lucky. 

I hope that throughout my life I am able to remind myself of this in times of duress. May not be easy... but at least I have this here blog to remind me. :-)

I have certainly been lacking in posting lately. In thinking about it, I have been so deliciously wrapped up in life that I've barely had time to bear witness. Which is not to say that I've lacked a 3rd eye, or a consciousness, but I have been living very in the moment and the act of taking pictures or writing words about moments tends to take away from them for me. I may be entering a period of circumspection... we'll see.

Burning Man really did do a excellent number on me. The vitality that it has afforded has seemed open-ended. As if my brain was rewired to have untapped child-like energy. Tonight I fell asleep on the couch at 8 pm... so it might finally be running out... but I hope not. LA's two season weather is finally starting to turn, and I turn to see introspection on the horizon...