On my calendar I have made a note that this is "Hell time", based on an annual circumstance of stressful events that seem to happen about this time of year. Although I'm referring to personal things it seems Hell has expanded to a global significance this year. Fires, hurricanes, wars, floods, excessive heat... But honestly it's not just this time of year. Hell is happening all the time somewhere.
But life is happening too.
Today we celebrated my mom's birthday even though it's not until Sunday. She thought it was yesterday. She's been bedridden for about two months and I'm leaving in the morning for three weeks and taking a piece to Burning Man.
I guess it takes a lot of hedonistic and egotistical sludge to try to justify such an action. But I don't try to justify it. I can't. I just know I have to do it.
The piece is about celebrating our temporary existence, in spite of all the brutal and harsh and unlivable environments we are subjected to.
I know that celebration may be manifest by the simple act of caring for my Mom or planting a seed in the soil instead of planting giant fairy shrimp on the barren Playa, but I am driven to do it.
And tomorrow we drive to it.
Love you Mom. See you when I return.
Hang in there.
