“…judge not, and neither condemn, the people and events being placed before you by life, but rest well in the awareness that you, yourself, have drawn them to you, that you might fulfill life’s potential, its promise, and its purpose.” ---from Happier than God by Neale Donald Walsch
The Man burns tonight. I won’t be there, but I was on the Playa a few years ago, and once a Burner, always a Burner…or so I’ve been told.
If you’re not familiar with Burning Man, check out www.burningman.com. If you are, then you’re probably a Burner, too, or would like to be.
Burning Man 2004 was one of the most interesting experiences I’ve ever had. The art installations were amazing. The art cars – aka mutant vehicles – were colossal in size and scope. The music and motion continued non-stop, languid during the heat of the day, rousing and raucous into the night. We were graced with a full moon most of the week, and the dust storms were few and far between. I walked among 40,000+ strangers and felt safer than anywhere I’d ever been, and I saw my first, and to date only, shooting star. It was time-out-of-mind magical, beginning to end.
Yes, lots of wild and crazy people of all ages, backgrounds and beliefs show up on the Playa in northern Nevada every Labor Day weekend for Burning Man, but the ones I met were regular folks. Mostly acquaintances of my traveling companion’s son, they lived in the San Francisco Bay area or Coos Bay, Oregon, worked at real jobs, and loved to have fun with their families. They not only shared their camp site with us, but also generously invited us to join them for dinner several nights.
Never one to rough it of my own free will, I slept on an air mattress in a tent for more than a week and did without a TV, newspaper, Internet, cell phone, flush toilet, shower or shampoo for nine days straight. How did I stay sane? I brought lots of books to read, my trusty journal and Wet Wipes, in the BIG tub!
Did I have a good time? Oh, yeah…but it wasn’t all sweetness and light. Life experiences rarely are. In fact, Burning Man 2004 was fraught with all sorts of uh-oh moments...kind of like an aha moment, only not as uplifting. I can’t say I was paying nearly enough attention at the time, but in hindsight, always 20/20, there were some really good lessons to be learned.
For example…never, ever, agree to split the cost of a three-week cross-country trip with someone you’ve known only a couple of months, and if you do, make sure you and your traveling companion each ante up half the anticipated expenses BEFORE you hit the road.
If you don’t know the person responsible for providing all of the food and beverages (cost to you = $200 upfront) for a 10-day camping trip out in the middle of nowhere, make sure you bring at least some food and some beverages of your own…just in case. Litchis soaked in vodka do not a meal make. Although they are quite good, and after you’ve eaten a half dozen or so, you're no longer quite so upset that there’s nothing else on that night’s menu.
Pack you patience, but never, ever, suffer in silence. Sleeping in the open bed of a small truck is acceptable for one night, but not two. Stop gazing at your navel and help me put up the tent! Missing a promised departure time by an hour or two is understandable. Missing a promised departure time by 12+ hours after 9 days without a shower or a shampoo? Can you spell hissy fit? Having your request for a night in Vegas ignored, then being the one to pay big bucks at a rundown motel in a two-stoplight town with Burger King the only dining option? Does anybody have a baseball bat I can borrow?
Not exactly stellar moments, but moments that served as the first of many catalysts I'd needed to take a look at my life, at how I valued myself and all I had to offer, and make some long-overdue changes.
Burning Man 2004 was the beginning of an important journey for me, a one-of-a-kind experience that opened my eyes in surprising ways. Since the fall of 2004, I completed my 20th published novel. I was hired for my first “real” job in 25 years as a reporter for the Observer Newspapers, which led to my job as feature writer and graphic artist at the Tribune Newspapers, which led to the job I have now, the best job I’ve ever had - a job that gives meaning and purpose to my life.
Maybe I would have gotten to where I am today in another way, but I’m sure glad Burning Man 2004 was “placed before me.” It was a real trip!
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