going...going...

We leave in ... well, now.

My hair is precisely pinked, my shear halter tops are packed and my stomach has been wrapped and warped in a tangle of 'trepidation and excitement' since 7:00 am.

"You're finally going"
Yes... finally.

Brochured images remind me, it's not only the playa, the heat, the red vests or the promise of abundant liquor and kissing that's calling me.
My throat tightens a little as I write and imagine.

It is Burning Man. The people, the art, and most of all, my own sense of adventure. Seeking more of myself and excess of others. It is the desire for stars, the brilliant Black Rock Vista at night AND the small town awe and wonder.
How long 'til these butterflies subside? I will let you know when I return.

*squeezes to all*

Poetry on the Pavement

if you are reading this before 2pm Sunday August 9th you need to get yo' butt down to Clover Point. There you will find:
me,
many cool people,
lotsa bit pieces of chalk,
poems,
pictures,
lyrics,
ponderances...
come colour the sidewalk with us, everyone is welcome.

dum de dumb

I fear that this topic is growing somewhat stale but…
20 sleeps until we leave for Burning Man and I am terrified! I always seem to go in and out of the most extreme emotions when thinking about, imagining, planning and pondering this event. I know that James has faith in me and he is excited to have me there but that isn’t quite enough reassurance. I am so very thankful that Chelf will be there. She has experienced enough of it to be crazy excited but she is new enough to share some of my fears. Something tells me that she may be my greatest friend on the playa and I can’t imagine being there without her.
BnD and CS have their way of doing things and of living amongst their Costco family that us girls have not really come to terms with. We are working on it, sincerely BUT I don’t think either of us are there yet. Thank goodness for the reprieve of drunken bike-rides and clowns on fire to distract us.

(k)new

There is something very reassuring about warm smells of things and people you love. A gentle scent floats from my collar to my face and I smile as I write…

I woke this morning is a most usual and strange way. Interesting and startling dreams pressed me closer to the man who was both next to and inside me.

What left me wondering the most was how a simple dream left me longing and curious. There was only a moment’s hesitation when I realized everything was right. I felt both loved and wanted, wanting and reaching, kissing and tasting unknown flavours.

As he roused next me I held him tighter and wished to bring him into the daring events that my imagination was creating.
but
I let go of one and then the other and was left wandering, on my own- together, very aware and amorous. I have been pondering it every waking moment since.

Hmmm.

…spaghetti sauce, james, sweet-peas, soap, beni’s belly-button (just kidding! but I can see it now)