Postcards from My Soul

My love of nature started young.  I was often outside climbing in, talking to the trees, and talking to the plants and animals. Going camping with my parents, we would drive into the most remote places our vehicle allowed, rarely seeing other people. More often than not, I would find myself hiking off trail with my dad. He always said he was taking a short cut. The short cut inevitably turned it to the steepest, hardest terrain and always took longer than the trail but was almost always much more fun.  As well as much more challenging for a 6 year old to keep up with her 6’ 3” tall dad! * I didn’t see many camping trips during my younger adult life.  Some summer weekend car camping in pay to use camp grounds and a few stints of camping in the desert for Burning man.  Not the kind of camping in a location that felt like I belonged there.  The mossy, pine scented forest held my heart all those years while I was a city dweller or living in other states that didn’t...

As most of you know I returned from Black Rock City aka Burning Man last week covered in dust and dreams.  Not the kind of dreams that come from getting a good nights sleep, that’s for sure, but the kind of dreams that come from being with wonderful people, new friends, strangers and amazing sites and awe causing experiences, as well as some good ol’ WTF? Moments!    Every year that I head to the desert,  I go with no expectations or as few as I can possibly convince my little lizard brain to have.  It’s the same attitude I try to have when I travel. An openness to what the Universe, or in this case, the Playa sees fit.  It’s interesting what lessons and gifts are available or given to us whether we want them or not.  :)  This year was great, don’t get me wrong, but it was also the most stressful that I’ve had.  Some of which I can account for and some of the stress was unexpected and I’m still trying to figure out from whence it came.  ...