As we continue the cross country trek home, I've been struggling with where to begin in regards to expressing how astonishingly heartwarming and inspiring my time at @burningman was. So I'll start with this, the Temple, which is perhaps the most special place on the playa. Swipe to watch it burn.
The energy inside of this structure is indescribable, and strengthened with each passing day as fellow burners clung more memories to the structure. Unique mementos, cherished photos, heartfelt letters and messages written in Sharpie to loves lost or found - be it an old friend, ex-lover, beloved pet or family member. At any point in time, you could hear someone weeping inside in the most beautiful and heartbreaking way.
I wept, too, recounting moments with my precious Ezra 🐱 and writing messages to my Pop Pop (who I shared an amazing visit with prior to leaving, and who I would learn passed on just 2 days post-playa). ↟
I also spent one special evening laying inside and staring up at the night sky through the top center. I couldn't leave that night without hugging the grown man who'd been sitting next to me, silently crying, because I had an overwhelming feeling (with no context) that he really missed his mother.
On Sunday night, we all joined together to marvel at the Temple in silence as it burned to the ground, our messages and mementos turning to dust with it - our memories still blazing inside. It was meaningful, powerful, and one of the many experiences at BM that I will be eternally grateful for.
Because, hey, sometimes you've got to take yourself to a dusty desert to light that special fire in your soul. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down 🔥💛🔥