I did miss Burning Man

Realizing over time, as friends' pictures roll in, and especially those with toddlers, I realize I really wished I had gone. It was my goal to confirm how I really felt about BM - which, um, is crystal clear now - but I also am beginning to see the things I get wrapped in that pushed me not to got this year: my sense of what running a household needs to be, the tons of details I need to manage for Tesla, the this and the that. Those are choices I make. When I stated in that interview a few years back why I return to BM was to remind myself what is important, I'm now realizing that if any year, maybe this was the year I did need to go "home." The other 11 months got the best of me this year; the prep, the stress, the clean-up, made me imagine it was best to skip.

But you know what? Those thoughts are the thoughts I go to BM to free myself of. To remember it's important to let go, enjoy seeing and doing art, being free and experiencing family and friends as they truly are without the stuff that burdens us in the daily world. It's my lesson that I need to ask for help and support if it feels too huge to go, because in my heart, I always want to be at the playa.

It's been harder than I thought. I'm an emotional gal, but still thought this was just a break. Not.

Here are pics that bring a snippet that is lovely to me. As you can see, it's really just the natural beauty of the playa and the art that I'm smitten with. First 3 pics are from Fumi, who went for her first time and will be staying with us soon.

Last pic is thanks to: