The better part of the weekend was spent laying out by the pool in the sun watching naked people frolic in the water.
Of particular interest to me was a beautiful African American woman who brought her pet snakes with her and was often seen with a large albino boa wrapped around her body.
Things you just don’t see in the default world.
That’s why I love Burning Man.
Mentally, I’m always having to check myself and see if I’m in reality or a dream.
The wildlife was out and about during my stay and I saw (among other things) wild turkeys, deer, raptors, jay birds, finches and raccoons.
Of course, at the real burn there would be no wildlife, other than the burners who attend.
Burning Man is held on a dry, flat, alkaline lake bed and as such is really incompatible with life.
No, it wasn’t the same as the 80,000 person burn in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada, but it still held the mysticism of the Burn for me.
Because Burning Man is more than just an event in the desert.
It’s more than the Ten Principles used to guide it.
Burning Man lives in the hearts of the people it has touched and whenever two or more burners get together, there’s magic that happens.
Hugs are abundant as is authenticity and connection.
And I’d say my Micro Burn had that in spades.