What I learned from Burning Man and what Burning Man learned from Me

I could tell you what I left with or I could tell you what I now know.
Time moves too fast for both to be relevant.

I just spent a meager six days at Burning Man in the Black Rock Desert in Black Rock City, Nevada. It's my fifteenth year out there and I come home each time re-centered. I drive home solo in the silence and the wind and think until I can't think anymore. I come home understanding without the need to articulate. It's glorious.
In the past I've built large scale art, camped quietly in the corner, composed massive theme camps, led drunken Esplanade debauchery, volunteered, and barista'd. This year, like the few before it, I was Lead Barista Trainer in Center Camp Cafe with a crew of lovely baristas to support the baristas I train.
Does that make sense?
It's a labor of love, this Cafe, this coffee.
This year was no different. It is sweat, patience, humility, strength, repetition, appreciate, gratitude, and passion.
It's different things to everyone--in the moment of, in the moments before, and tomorrow. I learn year after year what it means so me.
This year, one of the things my playa experience means to me is IF YOU CAN'T BE GOOD TO SELF, AT LEAST BE BETTER.

"If you won't take a break, girl, we'll give you one.
​Sincerely, Ligaments ."

It's not just our hands that hold things--it's our bodies, our organs, our backs, our beings... subconsciously and full-consciously. We carry things for other people and we carry other people’s things. Their weights, their sorrows, their stresses, their baggage, their stories, their loads.
During this experience, my six days at Burning Man, my hands put down my Nugget and I worked effortedly to pick up parts of myself. I drove away from my heart outside my body and forced myself to relax about it. She spent those six days with FOB and I was meant to take some time for me. I was told to rest and being told to rest is way harder to do than it sounds.
I dunno if y’all ever been to Burning Man, but sometimes it’s Working Man. Meeting after meeting, training after training I graciously, with morale, and punctually shared the love of the bean, the art of the shot, the fine lines of Center Camp Café, only to return to my jeep jeep, curl up into my smoosh taco, "rest," and do it all over again at 7am.
It was in that rest that my body seized up, but my mind re-opened and I finally had some time in the world to think.

After six months of breastfeeding unilaterally, mastitis, side lying, sleeping sitting up, carrying and sharing my body with my Babe, my joints, my ligaments, and my soul began screaming in agony, yelling at my body. It's almost like my flesh and all it's hard working components recognized that my Babe was not near and like a uniformed symphony came together to pluck every ligament in my Mothering body to express my physical need for help and rest.
I don’t know how to explain it, but my right side gives up.
Forcibly, my body is telling me to BE BETTER.

If we let the past define us we never really find the now.

I brought things of his to burn. An old shirt, a postcard, a photo or two. I thought in order to be absolved of his memory it had to disappear into ash.
I simply had to be open enough, woke enough, aware enough, to rid it's power over me. I now see that he is my partner in Babe--nothing more. I've been trying to communicate with him for months, for a year now... and he's still he and I am still me and we're two magnets destined to never touch again. We don't exist on the same plane. Our paths couldn't be more different. I'm happy to be out of his orbit.
I have to close all the doors between us and leave a window cracked.
Nothing more.
Self preservation.
While out on the playa I lived in the now. I was rusty at it. Being pregnant you project into the future and plan and worry. Being a Mom you wonder behind you, worry over the now, and secure the future front. Mentally exhausting oneself and always coming second.
It was nice to find the Now again.
Just for a few meager days.
The Now comes with the Choice of the moment. It comes with how one currently feels. It comes with what speaks to you inside and outside and what that equation means.

This post is taking days to come to fruition because decompression is a hard landing while running. Here's what was reinforced in a nut shell while at Burning Man 2018:

• take the wiggle room when it's available
• care of self above all else, even baby sugar dumplings--cuz if I feel like shit, I'm gonna be shit
• believe in the good in people--even if you hear they might've rolled a ball of human feces onto open playa.
• speak with language that creates forward momentum
• 30 meaningful interactions can be greater than 70,000 meaningless ones
• Joshua Tree is calling: The Desert is Freedom, Music is Power, and Community is Crucial
• I am one of the best megaphoners to ever live.... but it does, in fact, require whiskey
• D Batteries, bruh
• platonic intimacy
• we have to teach these people what burning man is and why it is and how it is. apparently they aren't just gonna teach themselves
• I love LOVE LOOOOVE being Nevadan
• I need to get back to art
• my JeepJeep is my tortoise shell
• if you shave the  back of your head to mimic that of your infant daughter's in the middle of the week... no one will ask you what happened and just perhaps assume it's a health condition
• Moms are the best, parents rule.
  
• I overpacked again
  
• Dotty woulda hated it