Finding the Still Part of the Self
Do I understand what Burning Man is now? No. I hope I never will. The day I reach full knowledge of what happens in that week of burning sun, fire, sex, drugs, yoga, meditation, self awareness and silence is the day I have reached the end of a journey, and I am in no hurry to get there.
I did find acceptance. I let go of all I should do, all that defines me, all that I want, and instead sank into an alternate reality in which I divested myself of coats of description.
One by one, I let go of my roles — mom, wife, editor, teacher, writer – and then I could be just me.
Some chick in the desert. No definitions. Only the need to drink water, keep up salt levels, and watch.