A Pause

I’ve been having a hard time writing because I know the journey is almost over. Taking the time to remember the week at Burning Man has let me revel in all the good and the things I could have done without but there’s no doubt that once it’s over, there will be a void. I know I am going back to an awesome life and I know I’m fortunate for that. I started this trip not knowing what to expect and wondering if I’d experience some cataclysmic change. Now that I’m ending this trip, I would say that no, there’s been no indescribable transformation but I know I am enriched and I know I have great memories to take away.

I entered Black Rock City with a number of things that were heavy on my mind. But something happened that I didn’t even realize until mid-week, when I entered The Temple. After seeing all the writings on the wall, I was ready to post my own heartaches and struggles to release them but when I raised the pen, I had to hesitate. I had to hesitate because none of those things that distressed me were sitting at the top. Yes, I could remember what they were but I didn’t feel them own me. And I happily took notice. And when I got back home, despite the coughing, despite the exhaustion, I had a peace I didn’t have before I left. As with most vacations I take, I returned mentally rested and reminded to live in the moment, to enjoy the given day and to embrace what life hands us, however difficult or distressing it might seem at the moment.

I know I won’t stay so enlightened or at peace because I know me. But I’ll take the reprieve and get back to wrapping this story up.