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Burning Man 2014: The Disposable Captured Moments 1/10

Everywhere

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This is Everywhere. 

We became friends when he joined Lilychow, my other new friend, and I to teach us front and back flips on the Trampolines of Incredible Bounce.

He drank whiskey with pickle juice. He performed a ballerina-esque dance/jump/spinning to beat boxing. He was kind, silly, fun and sweet.

The lesson he was learning at BM this year was that he could do whatever he wanted to- that he didn’t need to wait for anyone. “No more standing around waiting for someone else and feeling trapped in a situation I don’t want to be in.”

He told us about two friends he introduced to one another, and how instead of feeling sad when they hit it off and entered into a deep conversation that E didn’t feel connected to, he let them do their thing, saw the goodness in their meeting and his role in that, and he skipped off to a new adventure of his own. 

I’d been in Black Rock City for about 14-15 hours or so, E, on the otherhand, had early entry and had been building and helping with the Temple for a few days, possibly even a week. I don’t really know. Either way, he’d had ample time to be reflecting on the effects of the social experiment, while I was super stoked to be wearing a tutu.

After our afternoon together, Lilychow and I eventually parted with Everywhere for dinner. We rode together to my camp, where E wrote down his coordinates and some recommendations for camps L and I needed to visit. We were all stoked to have met, and I thought I might run into him again, or maybe intentionally try to find him sometime later in the week, but didn’t give it much thought.

The next day I found myself at the corner of Gold and some hour I don’t remember because I was never paying any attention to time. I was standing at a Kissing Booth, when a woman introducing herself as Sage approached Chad and I, a pre-BM friend.

"This is a total long shot, but do either of you know a guy who goes by the name of Everywhere? I know him from outside and am trying to find him. I know he is part of operating a kissing booth somewhere."

I remembered then that E had mentioned such a thing, although I know it was not the one we were at. It didn’t matter though- what were the chances I would be standing at this corner, at this time, and actually know the person she was talking about at this festival of 70,000 people?

With excitement and pride I reached into my belt, “This is crazy, but I actually know exactly where you can find him.”

I pulled out the little piece of paper titled “Everywhere’s List”, complete with exactly where he was sleeping in the Tent City. Sage laughed with delight and wrote it all down, as dumbfounded as I was. She then thanked us,  and promised to give him a gigantic hug from me. I couldn’t think of a better way to reconnect with him. 

This is how Burning Man was, and how life off the playa is when there’s  space for the unplanned- reminders over and over that you’re exactly where you need to be and good people are Everywhere. 

"What I hold dear about my memories are still true and will be as long as I want them to be. Friends will always come and go and landscapes will always change."

-Matt JL Thomson

I want to feel the electricity
of cold meets warm
in a thunder clap
so loud
I light on fire.

This one day,sometime in early June last year, I took off my Steve Madden sandals, the ones that went really well with my favourite dress of all time, and I put them in a pile with hundreds of other shoes because at the end of the day, training my muscles of non attachment is more important to me than what those sandals represented in my life. Sacrifice is a part of life, may as well practice it on the little unimportant things in preparation for the big ones.
I have not missed them. 

This one day,sometime in early June last year, I took off my Steve Madden sandals, the ones that went really well with my favourite dress of all time, and I put them in a pile with hundreds of other shoes because at the end of the day, training my muscles of non attachment is more important to me than what those sandals represented in my life. Sacrifice is a part of life, may as well practice it on the little unimportant things in preparation for the big ones.

I have not missed them. 

scarlettsage:

This is the day that The Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

scarlettsage:

This is the day that The Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Los Angeles. January 2013.

This world is calling me into its ugly cement landscape and it’s miles and miles of pavement.

It calls me from the smoggy air, and tree roots bursting out of the seams of sidewalk, themselves raised and cracked from earthquakes I wasn’t here to feel.

I am called to this world of natural disasters, of homeless men sleeping in the same spot every night as I walk to my temporary home.

I am called to the poetry of the street lights, the patience of the bus rides, the spanish man in white clothing singing opera at 35 on the corner. Isn’t that the guy we saw on the bus? It is.

I am called to the beach, where Jersey teaches rookies how to ride the rings. Grab, pull, twist your hips, and fly. Such a beautiful man, “do you think he knows how pleasing he is to the eye?” Julian asks, “I don’t think he cares” I answer.

I am called to run on this sand, skirt billowing in the wind, the waves have caught my ankles, now my calves, now my knees, I might as well give them all of me.

I am called to bike, dodging cars, and cracks and potholes, alongside a woman who’s story inspires me and makes me marvel at the resiliency and determination of the human spirit.

I am called to this sweat . This sweat that drips from the skin of strangers. In rooms that are not my own, that are tall and daunting, and my soft voice has trouble reaching. I am called to be better. I am called to step into the discomfort, the change, the lack of certainty, lack of a bookshelf, of my Iranian rug, my mugs, my bed. My sweet, sweet bed.

I am called to say good-bye to it all, to open into the dark arms of a city begging for angels.

-EB 

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“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”

“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”

I’m going to get a dog and 

name him Courage.

That way I can start each day

with Courage by my side. 

I’ll wake up to Courage, 

there at the end of my bed. 

I’ll get up and walk with Courage. 

Even if the sun has yet to rise, 

or if the sun has long ago set,

if a sound in the bushes startles me, 

I’ll have Courage. 

When I’m alone and tired, 

unsure of what to do, 

I’ll play with Courage,

and he will lead me

on adventures I could never imagine alone.

-EB

Today I am grateful for an inspiring, impromptu acro yoga/acrobatics session with @acrojon and @tbrewer314. 

It’s so fun to try new things and surprise oneself with all that is still out there to learn and experience! 

#365gratitude #365grateful #santamonica #acroyoga #acro #acrojon #fly #trust #grow

Today I am grateful for an inspiring, impromptu acro yoga/acrobatics session with @acrojon and @tbrewer314.

It’s so fun to try new things and surprise oneself with all that is still out there to learn and experience!

#365gratitude #365grateful #santamonica #acroyoga #acro #acrojon #fly #trust #grow