I have been, as a friend recently pointed out, fighting off entropy. So much to write about, but little time for reflection as always.
This photojournalistic take on Burning Man stopped me in my tracks today. Holy gods incarnate, I miss the desert.
To repeat, again and again, lest I forget: I am not what I do for rent money. I am what I do daily. It’s difficult to keep entropy at bay, there’s never enough time, but there should always be time to be who I am. Every day. Now.
Thank you. I needed that.
Inspiring. I particularly liked “as the sands shifted and rose into the night” (#10) and “The tearing wind scratched away the last of their fires” (#38).
I, too, need a bit more desert in my life. :)