A friend said she admired my dedication to Burning Man.
And while flattering, it sounded odd when i read it. I don’t feel like I do anything Burning Man-related out of a sense of dedication.
It is less of a choice.
It pulls me like a magnet.
It occurred to me today, that perhaps sharing Burning Man’s lessons is my, dare I say it, “calling?”
My Grandpa would talk about feeling the call to serve Christ when he was college-aged.
Maybe that is why he was so supportive of my relationship to Burning Man. He knew what I was feeling. He saw that my calling was the same as his – adapted to a new day.
The parables are simply about dust storms instead of red seas.
I am halcyon.playapostle.com.