Over the years I heard many controversies about Burning Man and even my gypsy/ hippie/ artist self resisted to go. But the perception of beauty is quite subjective and as soon as my lovely friend Stephanie wrote about her 2014 experience I knew I had to be there, with her. In the article she shares her poetic point of view of an artist, writer, designer, a true burner.
There were so many blessings and life lessons that came with attending Burning Man, some of them I am still digesting and to write it all down would be less like a blog post, and more like a book. It wasn’t all flowers… my tent had more sand than the desert itself, opportunities to shower were scarce, taking yoga classes surrounded by naked people were a bit too much for my eyesight, on my last night I thought I was going to freeze to death, coughing blood was no fun and I saw more people doing drugs than I feel comfortable with.
But I will forever carry with me the imprint of a week where I was in constant awe for what man is capable of creating out of nothing, where my inspiration reached a peak like never before, where I experienced joy to a point of ecstasy (hence, I don’t do drugs), where I prayed and cried on a temporary sort of pop up temple and wrote love letters for the ones I lost, where my days magically unfold completely unplanned, where I had deep conversations about life, spirituality and even business that changed me forever, where I was in love with humanity, with every single person that crossed my path, where I witnessed more acts of kindness than in a religious setting, where I was constant being hugged, gifted and invited for gatherings, where it felt like home. It felt like the perfect city – one that you learn to love, and you learn to let it go to ashes so it can be reinvented again – isn’t that true love after all?
I miss everything about that magical week, and I am still adapting to the ‘real world’… where watching TV seems absurd, where life in a high rise and a luxury car seems unnecessary, walking on a street with no one hugging me feels utterly painful, eating by myself, with utensils, table and chair seems foreign, and even worst, looking at people’s eyes and seeing no spark in them seems terribly sad.
The photo above sums up my experience at Burning Man: spontaneity, magic, goosebumps, brotherhood, mysticism, self-expression, art on the go and a whole lot of dust.
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. ― Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach