Per Skankatron 3000B:
Five years ago, my definition of success changed drastically. Whereas before I had been focusing on achievement in the traditional realm (and achieved it repeatedly only to find it rather empty), I decided I would change my definition of success.
I would know true success when I was invited to dance on stage at Burning Man and successfully did so. It’s representative of so much that’s right in my world when it happens and this is now the third year I’ve experienced it. It hasn’t gotten old and doesn’t feel empty one bit.
I’m not the best dancer, but my heart sure is in it and thanks to my partners (Jess Johnson last year and Myka Mclaughlin this year) I do okay. And it feels awesome so I don’t care that much how it looks.
This picture is the Camp Mystic dancers in the green room (the Mystic Flyer, envisioned by Timothy Johnson and Jennifer Russell and carried out by amazing Mystic crew).
We were just getting ready for our #burningman2015 performance “Radical Reflections: The Shadow and Light of the Looking Glass”
Each of us embodied a unique reflection of the dimensions of life: mind, body, spirit, heart, time, and life.
Myka McLaughlin and I danced addiction/pleasure. That’s my addiction face in this picture. wink emoticon
Sonya Stewart and Julia Maryanska danced heartbreak and union
Adelle Juliet and Julia Allison danced wisdom and insanity
Jena la Flamme and Techa Beau danced crisis and serentiy
Mia Cara and Jess Johnson danced time, patience and ease
Jennifer Russell and @shanti danced life and death.
Narration and poetry by Stacey Morgenstern (not pictured) and hopefully she’ll post the poem she wrote to host the performance.
Thanks, Ali. I can’t wait for that woo-tastic poem. So happy that you found “true success” for the first time once again. How many times does this happen per week?
This is the adolescent crap you’re bankrolling, Peter Baugher?
This just in: Shanti finds Julia Allison possesses “significant neurological abilities.” Like telekinesis? Jesus, Skankatron, no matter how much you butter her up, Julie’s never going to give you Robin & Petey’s retirement savings.