Echoes of Woodstock

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/03/opinion/columnists/burning-man-rain-mud.html

("One Thing Not to Fear at Burning Man")

While what is transpiring in the Nevada desert is certainly uncomfortable for those stuck in the mud, it does not rise to the level of disaster to hold it up as demonstration of the capacity for humans to band together in the face of the most dire, tragic calamity.

This place is the grandchild of Woodstock where there was free love and the warning was about taking the acid that was specifically not very good. I saw an image at Burning Man that evoked memory of 1969 as a participant slid through the mud and water, a wordless statement of how to make the best of a bad situation. 

Burning Man is a testament to living in the moment, at its root an echo of a time when we were all connected, physically and emotionally to one another.

Whether it be sharing our drugs or our food and water. Not stuck in the mud but reveling in it, and in each other.  

This is not a life or death matter . Just of life.