I need a jolt from a lightning bolt!

So an invite from Dragon arrived just in time. Time to let my hair tumble down, let off loads of pent up steam. Run around in the desert sun in flip flops, dance every bit of energy out of this frantic, aching, loving body all through the days and nights. We have only this one wild and precious life. There are beautiful people to meet and inspiring sights to see.

I’m pretty much out of cash but could work the site breakdown, be a rousty in exchange for entrance and camping. Would be the SWEETEST after-party!!! Hitting the hot springs before and after. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Sleeping in hammocks, under the desert stars again. The desert, where I love to breathe, swim and heal.

Crap, ALL my summer clothes are in Marathon. Seriously, living out of a small suitcase is starting to lose its appeal when all I have is reminders of dreary crappy winter packed into it. I cant afford to jet set around the country to get my clothes before the festival. I can’t afford new clothes. I have flipflops, jeans, a bikini, and will have to hit the thrift stores in preparation. Fortunately you don’t need to wear much in the desert sun.

Oh this has to happen. I have to make it happen.