Too long now I've hidden in comforts creative and cerebral, and like many of the Zsu Zsu crew, I've got a hankering for the smell of sawdust. It is sooo elating to see the fire catch in the eyes of fellow volunteers! An awakening and taking-ownership that helps subside the fear that it's all on my back to deliver on the promise to manifest this nightmare at Burning Man 2008. It's a familiar fear that is not easy to break down into more manageable component fears.

The lumber is ordered, work day calendar posted, and hands are reaching out for responsibilities like so much wet clay. We hold them together for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes as we feel it squish between our fingers, them I let go, let go, and trust and believe and they walk away stroking a cute little mud puppy.

I'm sure some elements will fall like dead pigeons in the face of logistics and artistic triage, and I have to remind myself of the times I've gotten to the playa spitting and fighting to bring something that clearly did not want to be there, and was almost grateful for the struggle in sleighing that windmill for the chuckle it gave me in knowing it was me all along.

Right now I've got so much gratitude for friends and family, and it's a great way to warm into the summer months ahead.

Thanks to Spectabillis for posting the inspiring Don Quixote painting.