The last sliver of moon disappeared as I lay on the blanket watching the stars grow bright and the mountains grow dim. We lit candles and stoked the fire, welcoming the darkness. Friends whirled to the soul-caressing music while others gathered around the huge fire and the reassuring pillar of stone.
We were in the mountains above Boulder celebrating the winter solstice and a full lunar eclipse. It was a secret time after darkness ended, but before the lightness began to return, we gathered, shared, and played. Here is a great …

 I find that writing goes in waves for me, and often during a writing lull there is an activity peak.  The last month (few months actually) have been fertile with self discoveries, inner journeys, and physical adventures. 
I’ve landed from my Burningman peak, and integrated quite a few new perspectives into my growing adventure of a life. 
A couple new blogs have formed, one with a couple good friends, one on my own.  Both are stream-of-consciousness writing, unedited thoughts on moments in life, the universe, and exploding the structure.
(And yes, they are …

Illumination, Navigation, and Celebration are the gifts of Burningman Lamplighter Camp I was part of, and so I mirror these in my post-burn writings. Illumination holds some of the greater-humanity experiences shared on the playa.  Navigation shares the oddities and facts of Black Rock City and the Burningman organization.  Celebration is my own personal flavor and experiences during the week I spent in the desert.
 
Celebration: Dancing through a Waterfall of Fire at Burningman
 Standing almost 7 feet tall, I watched the horizontal waterfall of fire wash across the desert, clearing barriers and …

Illumination, Navigation, and Celebration are the gifts of Burningman Lamplighter Camp I was part of, and so I mirror these in my post-burn writings. Illumination holds some of the greater-humanity experiences shared on the playa.  Navigation shares the oddities and facts of Black Rock City and the Burningman organization.  Celebration is my own personal flavor and experiences during the week I spent in the desert.
 
“…the difference between being “nowhere” and being “now here” is just a pause and a deep breath.”
 
Illumination holds the glow of my experience from the perspective of …

Standing in the middle of the silent highway I watched the moon, slowly appear over the horizon only to vanish again into the cloudy sky.  Big, full, vivacious, and yet so easily hidden behind the mists of the evening.  Birds sang.  Something rustled in the grasses.  Far away emergency lights flashed silently.  Someone had died there an hour before.  Someone else had died over that hill 2 days before.  And another over that hill, and another beyond that mountain, and another in that lake, and another in that car.  So much death …