I have traveled the planet and no where on earth was I more aware of my humanness than in my 5 days at Burning Man. Part of being human is the air we breathe in and the scent of “us” we share with the world and leave behind in our wake as we move into the next realm.
Being a cook, smell is very important to me. To be able to smell a dish and know if it needs sugar to balance the tart or extra fat to smooth out the bitter makes all the difference in the taste of the finished product. I might chop the food and heat the beans, but my nose makes it a meal.
My nose is also my best tour guide.
At Burning Man I could close my eyes and breathe in life all around me. From the cloying sweetness of the porta-potties to the decay of heat-ripened food to the mouth-watering aroma of a smoking grill, to the smell of the world on fire, it surrounded me.
My most vivid scent-memories were of the people on the playa as I gave away gifts. The hugs abounded and I tucked away little snippets of everything from pungent pheromones to sandalwood, lavender, rosemary, cinnamon, peppermint and patchouli. Everyone carried their own signature smell and they all stirred the most primal of reactions in my human side. A hug that carried with it the message that we were all surviving out there and sharing the love of just being.
There is no such thing as a bad smell, they are just the ones you haven’t found a home for yet.
From smell alone I would have to say that Burning Man is the most alive place I’ve ever been. Nothing needs to be added because it’s already there. All you have to do is close your eyes and breathe deep and the essence of Burning Man will awaken your soul and change your life.
My gratitude runs deep for the folks of the Burning Man organization for putting together this amazing event every year and for being aware of the difference they’re making in the overall scent of everyone’s world.
Smell ya later 🙂