It’s been a while since I posted here. It’s not because I’ve forgotten. I’ve composed half finished entries in my mind over the last month or two. I”m not even sure how complete this one will be. The rattling on and on of a mind at work that is trying to also rest.
What I don’t think I’ve said in previous entries is that I work for Burning Man. And by saying that I don’t mean that I go out and volunteer for the event for just the week. I mean that I work for the DPW. More specifically for HEaT (heavy equipment and transpo) within the DPW. I drive heavy machinery for Burning Man. I’ve done so for years. Every year I spend 6 weeks in the desert building and tearing down was of the most wild and quirky festivals on earth.
This year was no exception. I was out there in the dust for a long time. I laughed and cried. Overcame many obstacles. Made new friends, strengthened old friendships and let some people go. I lost a friend to death as well. And above all I learned, again how mortal I was.
I could say so much but then it might be too much. I find that sometimes the simple ways are best. If we hold onto something too tight it just falls apart.
I’ve been abstaining from alcohol. My goal is one year. Maybe more but definitely one year. I made it through all of DPW without one drop of booze touching my lips. The hardest 6 weeks I can remember enduring. My friend, Spoono, died in his sleep in his trailer pre event. I still can’t even come to terms with those feelings yet. And the endless play of human dynamics. It’s a small town out there. And dealing with emotions in the desert is always so much harder than ‘real life’. But I survived, a little battle worn but I did it. Time for me to get lost in the woods for a bit. And then finally get back to mountains and climbing them.
Pictures are a thousand words so here are some of mine