Black Rock City

Even though much time has passed, I would still like to keep the chronology of this adventure intact. For some reason it is important to have a time capsule of causations and choices that have led up to this moment.

(photo by Genny Stancheva)

(photo by Genny Stancheva)

So let’s journey backward. Backward to August, 2013, to a 13 hour car ride in, to the smoke of wildfires just outside Reno obscuring the mountains and holding the heat in at night like a blanket. Back to a prehistoric white alkali lakebed, to the temporary tent city that sets up there every year and calls itself Burning Man Festival, back to the wind that blows across the playa, and the almost 70,000 people who journey there every year to what is the largest gathering of alternatives and outlaws, creatives and outliers between the dominant culture and what comes next. The ones who are creating the new world. At least that’s how I like to think of it, despite the festival’s garnish of ravers and sparkly lights. There I got to stand in a dome with a microphone, on earth that had once been wet but is now dry; where creatures long-extinct once swam on or through the place where I was standing. I got to tell a few dusty humans the story of my summer, and to issue an invitation and I hope perhaps a challenge, to shapeshift in the direction of their dreams.

And really, it doesn’t matter that there was an error in the ‘What Where When Guide’ and the entire day was listed as being talks about extraterrestrials. It doesn’t matter that they forgot to write in my slot on the official schedule, and I was shuffled to the end, at a time my friends Terry and Noelle couldn’t film it because they were towing a Narwhale across the playa. It doesn’t matter that there was no one introducing the speakers and no TEDx banner. It doesn’t matter that only 10 people came, and one of them was asleep. I STILL DID A TED TALK AT BURNING MAN. So there. And here is the audio proof. 🙂

Listen to the talk on Soundcloud by clicking Here .

 

 

 

About Kera Willis

Kera Willis is a writer, nomad and deep environmentalist who (as teacher/facilitator at Mountain Horse School in Pemberton BC, Canada) continues to share essays, bouts of myth making, and articles about the human equine relationship, rewilding our connection to the land, and the gifts of autism.
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