rites of passage: el pulpo mecanico

oh my.

your innkeeper has returned from the desert in a swirly twirly cloud of dust and dreams.

i had an epic adventure, a magical journey, a sacred pilgrimage.

currently i am experiencing "afterburn" which is the opposite reaction to all of the intensity experienced in black rock city. for me, this is a combination of exhaustion, glow, inspiration, sadness, confusion, joy, and a miraculous multitude of ideas.

i missed the inn immensely but shared it with many new people and filled my creative well for the year ahead.

today, when i sat down to write this post i felt a sense of total overwhelm...where to start with something so big?

the answer to this question: just start somewhere.

so the first gift i share with you is my favorite mutant vehicle of the week: a fiery steampunk octopus called "el pulpo mecanico" which lived down the street from my camp...

{photo by rienchien}




i could see this fantastic creation every morning when i peeked my dusty head out of my gypsy tent.
more amazement to follow as i ponder, process, make meaning, and find words to articulate my rites of passage.
sending an enormous amount of love to you from the inn!