A new year.

It's done. The man is nothing but a pile of ashes now. The masses are gone. It's time to reflect and start the new year. ...and this is where I seem to be stuck. The morning after the temple burn I heard my neighbor exclaim, "I Don't want to go home"! I feel her pain.

This year my Burning Man experience was a little bitter, but mostly sweet. I learned the true character of one friend while a fondness deepened for another. It was a beautiful experience, enhanced through the eyes of others. For 6 years now I have gone, yet my experiences vary drasticly, each year is nothing like the others. I've learned that the quality of your experience depends on the elements and individuals you come in contact with.

I just can't seem to get motivated to get back in the swing of things. I'm not done yet! Whaaaaa!!!