An ode to the Burners - )'( - A Burning Man flashback

...           We have finally come to the week of the year were many of us are making our way deep into the desert, into a land beyond rules and regulations, where dreams seem somehow, to come into reality. You can call it a dream land. A place where you can loose and also find yourself. A place that harness the potential of revealing the pieces of our missing puzzles pieces to perhaps, feel for an instant, complete, inspired, transformed and some say, even healed. A place where people join to literally, burn away among the flames of rituals, art installations, fire pits and mutant vehicles riding along sandstorms and dunes day and night the demons and shadows many of us carry under our skin. Within this place we can find a reality that exposes the hidden places of the most intricate corners of our minds that still drag their own weight upon our shoulders. Days, weeks, months an even years of "Carry on" luggage we didn't even know it was still there, adding some extra weight into our already, heavy hearts. This place has been created for all of us to let this luggage go, for us to break apart so desert light can come through.

The Playa - BM 2017

Perhaps you know of what am I talking about, perhaps you don't. But if you do, if you have been at this surreal field of fairy tales and wild crusades. If you've felt, lived and burned away a part of yourself, part of your sorrows, your joy; tears laughter on nights of blasting music and furious dancing. Raging & howling with your soul to the wild night, riding onboard of pirate ships, surfing through dust storms, celebrating life with bottles of champagne until the beats of a new dawn rises in the horizon, tasting the heat of a wild new day in your heartbeat, surrounded of hundreds, thousands of people gathered all for the celebration of a new dawn. If you have listened as well, to the silent desert breeze, the lullaby of silence in a temple filled up with stories along the walls. Covered with the remains of a thousands memories from all of those who've left a trace in our wild lives, good and bad, light and heavy. Stories imprinted on each corner that fill our eyes with tears just by reading them. A place to be silent, to be still, to find shelter and peace. A temple built for all of us, that belongs to know one. But where we can all find shelter, friendship, support and serenity.  

Temple of Juno - BM 2012

I on my side, have gathered many memories, many stories along all those years were I came to this desert to burn away a part of myself. To give birth to a new one. Because somehow, after riding for a week among a place that looks more like a dream but also that feels more tangible and real than any reality I've lived in. Each and every single time I go back to the "Default World", I feel different... As if a part of me is no longer mine but belonging to all of those who contributed to transform it, to renew it, to shape its nature, its original form into a wild unique and unruly spirit. A  part that has come to surface, a piece of soul that was waiting to shine bright and that it is now crystal open.

~ May the dust carry you all burners into what you seek to be transformed on to ~ ~ May the dust guide and bewilder your spirit ~ ~ May you come back renewed and inspired ~ ~ May you all come back to inspire us all ~ ~ And don't forget to take off your pants; you won't need them out there ~ )'(