Sun and Sand on the Oaxacan Coast

As published in The Oaxaca Times 2/10/13

Blue sea, white sand and electric pink sunsets. Although the colorful city of Oaxaca can often be hard to leave, the Oaxacan coast is a must-see destination for any tourist, and for a resident, it is a compulsory weekend getaway.


There are plenty of microbus and van operators that service routes from Oaxaca to the coast, although the 6-7 hour bus ride, which hairpin curves itself through the mountains, is a test for even the strongest stomach. Arm yourself with nausea medication, an Ipod (reading is out of the question) and a neck pillow or eye mask to help you doze off in relative comfort. For those with weak stomachs and more patience or funds, opt for an ADO bus that routes through Acapulco, or a quick flight on Aerotucán.

To reach Puerto Escondido, one of the most popular destinations, Servicio Express (Arista 116; 516-40-59) has nine departures daily between 5 a.m. and 10 p.m. for about M$200.


Puerto Escondido is a laid-back fishing town, which has become a worldwide surfing desination due to the famous wave, the so-called “Mexican Pipeline,” that breaks on Playa Zicatela. Considered one the best surfing waves in the world, it has long drawn surfers, and with them, the surf culture that is now characteristic of Puerto Escondido. While the surf is superb (and calmer during the dry season Nov.-April), swimming here can be a bit treacherous which makes sunbathing on the perfect white sand beach an ideal activity for the non-surfer.

Surfers, fisherman casting lures by hand, and diving pelicans compete for space on La Punta, or the southernmost point of the bay. With recent additions La Punta now has several comfortable and affordable accommodations fronted with palapa restaurants and is a good alternative if you are looking for something more laid-back than the happening, developed downtown of Playa Zicatela.

The Tower Bridge Backpackers Hostel (Oceano Antartico 1; 954-582-0823), although located a bit off the beaten path near Playa Carrizalillo, is very popular among younger backpackers looking for a social ambience to meet other travelers.

For nightlife, Playa Zicatela is the place to be, with restaurants and bars that line the main drag of Calle del Morro. Start your night at Casa Babylon, a kitschy and lovable bar that has a great collection of Mexican Masks and English-language books lining the walls, and serves up world-class mojitos and live music many nights of the week. Continue on to one of the beach bars if you want to drink over-priced cocktails on daybeds with your toes in the sand, and then end your night at Barfly, a spacious rooftop bar located above the La Hostería restaurant, where DJs spin a mix of latin-electro-pop and a lively crowd dances into the night.

If the surf and party vibe isn’t what you’re looking for head south to Mazunte by catching a public bus in front of the Super Che Supermarket, asking the driver to drop you off at Las Cruces de San Antonio and then catching a collectivo (shared taxi) that usually looks like a pickup truck with a tarp on the back, into town. The trip should take about an hour and the pristine cove of Mazunte is worth it. With a great swimming beach, a chilled-out hippie vibe, and unbeatable sunsets, Mazunte has long attracted the laid-back traveller, many of whom seem to never leave.

If you’d prefer to head directly to Mazunte or Zipolite (Mazunte’s neighbor) straight from Oaxaca City, Eclipse 70 (Bustamente 70; 951-516-1068) has departures from Oaxaca every hour between 3:30 a.m. and 11:30 p.m., arriving to Pochutla, which is just a 20 minute taxi ride away from those coastal towns.


The main road in town, Paseo del Mazunte, which runs parallel and slightly inland of the beach, is where you can find cheaper eats and budget accommodation. On the eastern end of the beach you will find somewhat dingy but passable rooms with shared bathrooms for reasonable beachfront prices (about M$50-150) located behind sandy-floored restaurants.

Playa Rinconcito, as the western end of the beach is called, is home to some higher-end accommodation and restaurants. With a stellar location on a hill by the beach, Posada el Arquitecto has dorms (M$70) and private cabañas (M$400-750). For more bang for your buck, head uphill from the most western street, Andador Rinconcito, towards Punta Cometa for unbeatable views of Mazunte. At Cabañas Miramar, you can stay in a clean, comfortable cabaña with a private bathroom and balcony (M$350 for single bed, M$600 for a double), and then follow a short, steep path downhill to reach the beach.

Punta Cometa, a rocky point that juts south out in the sea, provides incredible views to both to the east and west, making it a uniquely perfect place to view both the sunrise and the sunset. On the western side of Punta Cometa is a small, stunning beach with intense waves called Playa Mermejita, which is a great location for nighttime bonfires.


For activities, Mazunte offers a turtle refuge center, Centro Mexicano de la Tortuga, as well as lanchas, or small boats, which leave from the beach at 8 a.m. (M$180) guided by local fishermen to view turtles, as well as dolphins and whales. While there are several options for yoga, Agama Yoga Center, which you reach by heading west on the main road, is popular for its drop-in classes (M$100) as well as retreats and delicious vegetarian fare.

For breakfast, don’t miss La Baguette bakery’s pan relleno, a freshly-baked bun filled with half-melted chocolate and bananas, accompanied by a licuado, or a fresh fruit juice or smoothie, from the shop next door. For dinner, Siddartha, has a good selection of international fare, including vegetarian options and an unbeatable view of the sea.


Heading east on the main road out of Mazunte (just 20 minutes on foot), you will reach the charmingly small bay of San Augustinillo, where the calm surf provides great swimming, body boarding and mediocre snorkeling.

Continue 2.5 miles east (ten minutes in collectivo) to reach Zipolite, an expansive stretch of white sand with a rough surf and free spirit. A best bet for the budget traveler, camping is a great option here. Try Luna Azul if you have your own tent (M$100 per week) or ask around at the plethora of accommodations that stretch along the beachfront.

Zipolite is known for its nude beach, happening nightlife and relaxed pace. However, beware the dangerous rip tides, which only experienced surfers should attempt, as well as some incidents of theft and assault. For a longer stay for less, miles of perfect coastline and an ‘anything-goes’ attitude, Zipolite is the destination.

Whether you are called to the beach for surfing, sunbathing, snorkeling, seafood, nightlife, yoga or any other beach-bound activity, the Oaxacan coast will not disappoint.


Autumn Inspiration: Dia de los Muertos

The Day of the Dead, as celebrated in Mexico and some parts of the US and Central America, comes from the Aztec tradition. The Aztecs believed that life as we know it is merely a dream, and one does not truly awaken until death. They celebrated a month in late summer when they believed those who had moved on could return to visit their family members. When the Spaniards arrived on the scene they attempted to quash the practice, but failed. Instead, they predictable tied the celebration to a Catholic holiday, All Saints Day on November 1st.

The holiday is celebrated (key work celebrated, not mourned or commemorated) by remembering and honoring the beloved deceased by decorating grave sites, creating opulent altars in their honor, and like any self-respecting holiday, by preparing and devouring special foods.

Altars can take many forms, indoors or out, ornate or simple, although most have photos, mementos, religious idolatry, and ofertas such as clothing, sweets, food, alcohol or cigarettes and marigolds, whose scent is believed to attract the souls and draw them back.

Decorated sugar skulls are devoured to symbolize an acceptance of death as are pan de muerto – a slightly sweet bread baked into the shapes of bones.

The main symbol of the celebration is the skull and the skeleton, which is baked, bought, made, and embodied as men and women don costumes and pain their faces and dance and sing into the night. They are joyful, not frightening, and the holiday is one that embraces life and death through music, food, and objects intended to enhance the connection to the spirit world.

This year I intent to celebrate Die de los Muertos alongside my Halloween revelers. The following art are bits pf costume inspirations I wanted to share if anyone else wants to get on board :) Let’s celebrate life and death by eating sugared skulls, by creating altars for our beloved deceased and getting gussied up in one killer costume. No pun intended.




To live it to sleep, to die is to wake.

Amon Tobin @ Decibel Festival

I just had the pleasure of witnessing the spectacle that is Amon Tobin’s album ISAM performed live at Seattle’s [gorgeous] Paramount Theater. I say ‘witnessing’ because unlike other electronic acts where the show emphasizes dance to the point that the attendee becomes an active participant in the show, this performance was all about the visual experience, brought to life by the ethereal music of Tobin’s newest album.

The Brazilian-born artist didn’t just take it up a notch, he took it to next level. For ISAM live he worked with artists and engineers to construct a massive (24’x14’x8′) multi-dimensional installation of cubes surrounding Tobin. With the DJ being hidden from view, the spectator can absorb the onslaught of imagery projected upon the structure, in-time with the ambient sounds of the ISAM album in its entirety. The creation of crystals, blue flames, clock gears, robots and outer space were all abstracted onto the blocks in an awe-inspiring audio and visual experience.

Get a glimpse of what he has created by checking out this video:

Well done Decibel – Seattle’s successful electronic music – festival for hosting Tobin for his US debut of ISAM live.  Definitely make it a point to see this guy if he comes anywhere near you, and keep an eye out for what he has coming next. Cuz the only way to go is up, uP, UP. There’s no going back to a projector screen. Other DJ’s please take note.

>Clips n’ Snippets


I’d like to share a few bits n ‘ pieces of what I’ve been working on …

The day to day continues to transform. From doing mostly translation work at first I’ve been able to take the time to dig a lil deeper on stories that interest me.
Over the past couple weeks I wrotten five stories that are of my own creation – either travel stories or human right issues – they are born from investigation, interviews or experience.
THIS was my first interview in Spanish: the “forgotten hostages.”
A STORY that no one else is taking about is about this Peace Community who, in their attempt to remain out of the armed conflict, have provoked violence from all sides.
Read about the plight of journalists in this country HERE.

I have also written a couple travel stories, one on places to chill in Medellin and one about this ten-course gastronomic dinner experience.

Most of my time, attention and focus is directed at work and it makes me really happy. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten such satisfaction from a job before.
That’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying Medellin’s epic nightlife and Colombia’s natural beauty. I’ve been discovering the coolest divey salsa bars and converted electro warehouses.

Miss Molly Mandelberg blessed me with her company for a week and we discovered this quaint lil town called Santa Fe near Medellin.
I took a weekend trip this amazing green river that cuts through a jungled granite canyon. Rio Claro was a natural playground: swimming, jumping, rope swings, zip lines, tubing, water slides, cave exploration etc.

I’ve got some pretty sweet upcoming trips and stories in the making so more to come!


>The Dream of the ’90’s: the return of the fanny pack

Not like we haven’t been hip to the hands-free movement since Burning Man 2008, but apparently the movers and shakers in the mundo of fashion have come around and will be sending the so-called “belt bags” down runways during New York’s fashion week.

“You either love them and a make them a part of your life or you fight them ’til the end,” Isaac Mizrahi said in a Wall Street Journal article. He is making belted satchels again for the first time since 1992.

Yvan Mispelaere, the creative director for Diane von Furstenberg is “considering” putting his “hands-free bags” on the runway for his February 13th show in NYC. They will sell for $325.

Hermes has given the classic nylon fanny-pack a luxury lift with its $4675 “Kelly Bandeau” waist belt set to arrive in stores in spring 2011.

One thing I love about the modern fanny pack (besides them getting love in general) is that it is fastened around the natural waist as opposed to being slung around the hips, giving a sophisticated shape.

One I don’t love about the designer bags is the price.

Luckily Colombians love fanny packs and awesome fanny packs made out of leather, canvas and nylon are for sale everywhere. I for one am planning on swooping up as many as I can fit in my back pack.

I was way ahead of the curve on this one.

Taking requests now for Summer 2011 Utili-fannies :)

>At least its not a 9 to 5…


Two weeks into life in the city of eternal spring and I really am loving this place more every day. I chilled in my lovely home tonight, moon bathing on the patio and just taking time. I watched the first episode of Portlandia on YouTube while cuddling with Tornillo-kitty who is attacking my typing hands right now. I’m listening to the newest LCD Soundsystem album, getting stoked to go see them in concert in Bogota next month. Life seems to take on normalcy no matter how much you shake it up. I’m enjoying settling into a routine without losing the awe of the moment and of this place.

I wanted to give a quick update on what I’m actually doing here on a daily basis. I work a legit 8-4 shift Monday through Friday for Colombia Reports, writing articles about Colombia in English for anyone who cares about the moving and shaking of this turbulent country but doesn’t speak Spanish. The ‘newsroom’ is the living room of my apartment. I’ve only been late to work once.
When I begin the day it’s usually just me and a researcher (a Colombian who scores over local media to flesh out what stories we want to write about). The two other reporters (an American and a British guy) and a couple people working on advertising come in by 9 and then we map out a plan to get the top stories done on time.
We try to have a new ‘front page’ which consists of the four biggest stories of the day by 8 am, 12 pm and 5 pm. My editor, Adriaan, does the morning stories and then he passes the baton after 8. I get coffee and get going on the first article. The researcher gives me a story (i.e. FARC hostages get released or Shakira breaks up with her boyfriend) and a source for it – usually a Colombian newspaper article. I then research the story, looking for additional sources to get more context and check the facts of the original article I’m drawing from.
For the most part there is NO other news in English about the goings on in this country. That means lots of translating. I’ve learned to trust myself over online translators and I’m coming to love playing around with both languages so the essence is the same, even if the words aren’t.
Then I write the story in English, add some links and a photo and pass it on to my editor who will then ‘publish’ it. I get through about six stories a day.
And I’m loving it. I love learning about this country, I love learning Spanish and about words and about the different topics I am researching. I think my lil gemini self likes this whole journalism gig ’cause I am constantly changing my focus, learning about something new. I love the people I work with, the fast pace of a newsroom, arguing about grammar. I love that on my lunch break I can walk outside and I’m in the heart of this crazy living organism that is Medellin.

These small joys make me happy in a new way on a daily basis. I got to trek out to the mountains outside this weekend when I was invited to a birthday party at someone’s country home. I’ve been exploring different neighborhoods, trying on the night life for size, discovering new restaurants, making new friends and smelling flowers the likes of which I’ve never…
It fits. Or I’m being molded. Either way it feels good.
THIS link goes to every story I’ve ever written for Colombia Reports.

>Butternut is the New Pumpkin

>‘Tis the Season.

Oregon does cold,wet weather really, really well. And what better way to heat up this holiday season than steamy concoctions coming from the kitchen, and in true PNW fashion, from the garden.

Long after the last tomatoes and peppers are pulled from the garden and stashed in the form of salsas and sauces, the squash stands alone outside amidst plant skeletons. In my corner of the woods where I’ve been residing this fall butternut has burst its way into my home, and in turn, my heart. With its tawny golden color, smooth texture and sweet flavor, it quickly has surpassed pumpkin as the winner this season for hot ‘n tasty treats.

*Both of these recipes use a hand blender, which makes otherwise effort-heavy kitchen

maneuvers way too much fun. Miss Ali calls this contraption a ”wand” because – duh – it makes magic happen. Cuisinart and KitchenAid both make quality and affordable models that would make a great gift for anyone who spends time in the kitchen.

Super Simple Butter[Pea]nut Soup

1 butternut squash
1 onion
4 cloves of garlic
2 T crunchy peanut butter
In a large soup pan sauté onions and garlic in butter until golden.
Peel the butternut squash, remove the seeds (save for roasting) and cube into small chunks.
Add butternut into the soup pan and cover the squash with water.
Bring water to a boil and then let simmer until the squash is soft.
Remove from heat and puree with a hand blender until it has reached a uniform smooth consistency.
Add soy sauce (to taste) and peanut butter. Blend again.
BOOM. Super delicious creamy peanutbutterynut soup.
Variations on Toppings:
1. Clean off the saved seeds from the squash and coat with olive oil and soy sauce. Roast in the oven or in a frying pan and top the soup with them before serving.
2. Chop up peanuts finely and roast in a pan on the stove quickly before sprinkling on soup.
(walnuts or pine nuts would be pretty delicious too)
3. Lightly steam green beans. Finish in a frying pan with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Add to soup before devouring.
And now for dessert…

Pie is one of my all-time loves. It is how I celebrate, show affection and my ultimate form of cooking self-expression. The labor going into it is the process of making love edible and a pie is intrinsically shareable – no pie stands alone. It nearly always screams family and friends and warmth and being well-fed and loved… I actually broke up with someone once for dissing my pie crust. True story.
This pie is a brand new creation borne from my two newfound taste bud loves: butternut squash and bacon. Thats right, somehow I missed that bacon is the food of the gods until this fall. But no worries – I’ve more than been making up for lost time.

Butternut Bacon Pie

Pie Crust
(this recipe makes one pie crust)
1 cup flour
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup ice water
1/2 teaspoon sugar
1 /2 teaspoon salt
Mix dry ingredients into a large mixing bowl. Cut butter (still chilled from fridge) into the flour mixture until there is a uniform meal-like consistency. Add water slowly while working the dough (with clean hands) until it forms a ball. Chill in the fridge until filling is ready.
Butternut Pie Filling
2 cups butternut squash puree
1 cup half and half
1/2 cup cream cheese
2/3 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup maple syrup
2 eggs
1 tablespoon finely gated fresh ginger
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
12 slices of bacon (or however many come in a package)
Halve the butternut and cook facedown on a baking sheet at 350 degrees until easily pierced with a fork. Scrape out the pulp with a spoon and puree using a hand blender. Add two cups to a mixing bowl. (I cooked the whole thing and used the rest to make another dish).
Add cream cheese, half and half, maple syrup and sugar, then mix.
Whisk eggs in a separate bowl, then add to mixture.
Add spices and mix.
Now, fry up one package of bacon and after it has slightly cooled crumble it into bacon bits. Set aside four strips’ worth to garnish the top add the rest to the filling.
Remove the dough from the fridge and roll out on a floured surface using a floured rolling pin. Place the pie crust into a pie pan by draping it over the rolling pin and then cut off excess dough around the edges using a paring knife. Pour the filling into the pie shell. To crimp the edges of the pie crust place your thumb and forefinger on the outside of the shell, and the pointer finger of your other hand on the inside, pressing it into the middle of your other fingers to make an indentation. Repeat all the way around the edge.
Bake for 10 minutes at 450 degrees.
Lower oven to 375 degrees and bake pie for 30 minutes or until an inserted knife comes out clean.
Chill completely before serving with fresh whipped cream.
A sweet and savory delight. Enjoy by sharing.

>Does this make my Butt look Big?

>My newest costume infatuation is the bustle, baby. No offense to my beloved top hats and aprons, but pretty much every item in my costume bin just had to scoot over for bustly layers of lace and tulle…

The obsession butted itself back into my life along with a pair of lacy skirts from girlhood. When was about six my dad dated this wonderful woman named Melanie who gave a couple of very inspired gifts that really stand out in my memory. The first was this painting she had made of, along with a hand-written story about, the mysterious and lovely Bananafish. As I have kept every report card, seashell and ribbon from childhood, I’m sure this is crammed in some bin with other such treasures and I can’t wait to stumble upon it in the future. For now, I’m enjoying these two amazing skirts she made for my sister and I back in the day which have recently resurfaced.

The first skirt is made of tiers of white lace accented with small colorful bows on each tier and a big red bow in the back. 18 years ago the skirt probably brushed the ground but now it brushes just below my knees. Thanks to forgiving elastic waistbands (and a bit of fairy dust?) these skirts still fit! The key feature of this piece is that the back was made with a generous extra helping of lace and falls into a long, bride-like train, that can then be fastened up to that big red ribbon on the back to create… voila! A Bustle.

The second skirt, originally made for my sister Emily, is constructed of black lace and two wire hoops. The hoop farther down is larger and thus creates that lovely voluminous hoop-skirt effect. At the Country Fair this past summer Miss Katie Malloy and I fashioned a bustle for her by pinning this skirt onto a fabulous fringed scarf of hers which she proceeded to tie around her waste. Thus the bustle-belt was born.

Why all this fuss about a bustle anyway? What’s so hot about a booty accentuated with lace and tulle, that swishes and sways when she walks and jives… Wait, what ISN’T hot about that? I guess the Victorians knew a thing or two about posterior plumping when they used massive cages and horsehair bags under their skirts to highlight the derriere. When I was up late one night making fanny-packs I caught an infomercial selling falsies to wear under your jeans to give you that round booty shape you’ve been dreaming of… While falsies are not my style, bustles are, so I’m taking it back to the mid 1800’s to get back some shape in the back. Besides, stuffing your bra is sooo Middle School.

My favorite online source for bustle inspiration is the fabulous Lovechild Boudoir. They have gorgeous bustles; dreamy concoctions of ribbons, lace and taffeta that I gazed at long enough to gather some clues about their construction.

Now, I sew kind of like how I sing: with more enthusiasm than talent but usually enough wherewithall to get the job done. By googling ”How to Make a Bustle” I came across THIS step-by-step description. I loosely based my bustle on the pattern provided using the tablecloths, curtains, a baby girls’ dress and mysterious waistband I had scored at The Bins (the Goodwill Outlet store which sells its goods by the pound) for under ten bucks. The only additional material I bought was lace to trim the edges of each layer. Then under the patient and watchful eye of Erica, who actually knows how to sow and therefore refuses to do it, I cut and pasted and put together ever more layers of lace, tulle and other sheer fabrics and connected them to a waistband with a couple hidden pockets for practicality.

The debut was the MartyParty/MIMOSA/EOTO concert that marked my last day in Portland for a while. The booty-shaking has never been better.

>She’s Looking for Something…

>FOUND! In the mystical musical styling of Lynx and Janover and a little help from some friends like Beats Antique. The BRAND NEW album from Lynx and Janover ”between worlds” is rocking my world right now.

Last winter before I picked up my backpack and little life and shipped it down to South America, I uploaded a bunch of new music onto my ipod from my best friend who happens to have fantastic taste in music. Over the course of the next several months I had the pleasure of picking through mystery artists and opening my ears and consciousness to new sounds. Thank you, Chelsea.

On a flight from Santiago, Chile on my way to reconnect with my sister in Paraguay, I stumbled upon ”Lynx” in my artist catalog and dove in to her solo CD ”Grain of Sand” while gazing out over Andean peaks. Her music is just the right mix of her melodious voice, hip-hop influences, sweet electronic beats and conscious lyrics. Kinda my style…

Upon return to Oregon, I was stoked to see her perform at the Oregon Country Fair, alongside Jamie Janover, musical magician who while rocking any and all sorts of percussion instruments is most noted for his progressive style with the hammered dulcimer. Their collaboration has combined the timeless sound of ancient instruments with hip-hop and electronica creating a completely unique sound.

The duo stole my heart when they performed at the Hookah Dome on the playa Saturday night after the Man burned. After a week of pure break beats Lynx’s melodious voice was auditory gold. They created such an amazing soundscape and energy during their performance, everyone in the crowd seemed euphoric, effervescent, grateful. Smiles all around, strangers becoming connected through their appreciation of this amazing music, moment.

”between worlds” is now available to download on

My favorite track ”She’s Looking for Something” was made in collaboration with Beats Antique and has been made available for FREE download HERE.

Thank you.

>Making Dreams Come True Since 1986

>Burning Man, that is… although my birth year does very cutely coincide with the birth of the burning of The Man.

As I sit in the quiet that follows the explosive beats of Burning Man I settle in to a slower pace of life. Naps and home cooking and lots of dusting off of costume pieces and a little time for reflection packed in along with sequins and hand mirrors.

The week in the desert always rushes by, or beams by in a blur of lazers and enough booty shaking to leave my body reverberating long after. I’ve always felt like Burning Man is a year of your life condensed into a week. An intensive lesson in Living Life to the Fullest when you usually discover or come to a greater understanding of your role and perhaps yourself somewhere in a sunrise or a dust storm, when you least expected it.

It was a huge blessing to be able to share this experience with so many wonderful people this year. So many dear friends, some of who I only get to see in the desert due to our far-flung lifestyles. If Metropolis was the theme of 2010’s Burning Man, Community is my reason for doing what I do.

What’s yours?

Burning Man pushes you to answer these questions that we often don’t have the time, energy, patience, faith, strength or courage to. Why do you do what you do? How do you do it? How can you do in a way that pushes you and lifts others up around you?

How can you make dreams come true?

Somehow… through the magic of a playa dust and maybe belief in the powers of manifestation, dreams come true in the desert every minute of every day. That’s right, that is a completely mathematically proven statistic. I’ve experienced and witnessed an astounding amount of miracles, dreams and transformations in this desert art and music oasis.

This year I flew into the sky with wings, suspended under a bundle of huge balloons.

I got into a helicopter simply by ASKING and saw the playa and the earth in a way I never have before, zooming high above.

I was offered bacon THREE TIMES in one hour by three different people. Is this not the stuff that dreams are made of?

A couple years ago (when I borrowed Doogie’s top hat Burning Man 2008) I began a kind of fascination (bordering on obsession) with Top Hats. When in London I procured a really sweet one and love to rock it on special occasions or in my basement. This past year I began dreaming about miniature top hats. Perfect in style and proportion, pint-sized versions of my favorite kind of hat. These adorable creations kept popping up in my dreams and so I’ve been longing for one but there has never been one just right. This is one elusive item to acquire.

And then… Saturday night after The Man burns and the energy of the entire week reaches its roaring peak, I was romping around the desert playing with and admiring incredible art installations that light up and burn and make music. My friend points out a beautiful woman half lit by flames from a fire, wearing a perfect miniature top hat. I gush over the beauty of her and the delightful little hat and she thanks me – she made it herself – and she unpins it from her hair and puts it on my head.

A dream… literally… come true.

Thank You.

Believe and it will happen. Manifestation is Possible. This can occur everyday, anywhere, Burning Man just helps remind you.

If you haven’t been and are interested, begin HERE!!!