Zen Mother Saith: "Abandon hope and fear all ye who suckle here."
It's about accepting the moment as the perfect launching pad for moving into the future. Really. Perfect. Regardless of anything else. Releasing hope and fear and trusting what is.
In the midst of my preparations for Burningman last year, Zen Mother appeared on the scene, desiring self-expression for my virgin burn. I think she plans attending again this year, re-incarnated as a Tea Master.
Now that I've experienced Burningman firsthand, it's difficult to imagine not returning. What, stay in Chico with that outlandish week long bacchanal happening out in the middle of the Nevada desert? I use the term "bacchanal" loosely. Although it's likely that there was a fair amount of drinking and drugging going on, there really was no need to ingest any form of intoxicating substance to experience "drunkenness" at Burningman. The environment itself creates such a mind altering state that one feels delightfully uninhibited and intoxicated with a sense of freedom.
People were open-hearted, treating strangers like friends they hadn't met yet. The overwhelming intent was artistic celebration of anything and everything--from the fundamental rawness of all the human condition contains, to merging with one's highest spiritual potential. Nakedness, sex, family, friends, music, dance, prayers, meditation, passion, hope, fear, love, the past, the future, all joined together in a big bear hug, celebrating NOW. God and Nature merged in the playa dust that week, as I suspect they do every year during those seven days leading up to Labor Day, out in the Nevada desert sun.
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