Thanks Larry

I learned something new about Larry Harvey, one of the founders of Burning Man.

He and his brother were adopted and you can read about it here.

In case you didn’t know, I was adopted with a sister (who I’m very close with) and a brother.

My sister and I share absolutely no DNA yet we couldn’t be more family than if we were identical twins.

Such is the story with Larry and his brother Stewart.

There’s something magical about being an adoptee.

As if having transplanted roots early in life makes you more likely to spread your wings and transform into whatever you want.

When you don’t know your story, you can make up a million stories about yourself.

And so I too, am a storyteller.

I have a blog, after all. . .

I always felt like I was super special, because my parents told me that and because our adoptions were never hidden from us.

But that’s not all I have in common with Larry Harvey.

I also was born with a strong desire to build community around me.

And it is precisely at Burning Man where I feel most in touch with my ethos.

Just like Larry.

Thank you.