Burning Woman

To know who you are and still be wide open to change is a terrifying and beautiful thing…

I sit here on the eve of embarking on a most playful, joyful yet daring experience of my life, and I cannot be anything but simply exploding with gratitude.  How is it that there is so much chaos and turmoil in this world, and I of all people, am lucky enough to buy this ticket?  To take this ride…. To be able to take the time and bask in this creativity… To celebrate the fullness and richness of life?  I do know how lucky I am.

And perhaps, how selfish it can seem, to choose to spend my time in such way, I wonder?  I suppose I might have chose to stay grounded and make money back home?  One could choose to spend time at Standing Rock, supporting our environment and planet.  Or wrapping myself up in politics, maybe that would have given more meaning to my actions?

I try not to second guess myself anymore, but rather look at the assets of the present situation.  70,000 of the most creative problem solvers on this planet are about to convene in the middle of nowhere, in costume non-the-less, it is a divine intervention.  There are  many critical issues today on our planet, perhaps creativity is the quickest pathway to solving many of these challenges?  I do not pretend to know solid answers, but I do know my own worth as a participant in a community of artists and thinkers… so let the brainstorms begin.  I must honor the path that has been set before me, and be grateful for this experience, that is at the forefront of my mind.

As I leave an old world behind and step into a new one, it is with no fear and strong intentions that I humble myself, and allow for change to manifest.

I write this to, you, my friends and family, as though it were my last words coming from the Sara Nicole you think you might know, because after this next week, I am grateful that everything about who I am will be different.  Really every moment is a chance to shed your skin and become a new person, sometimes it’s just easier in a place so open and loving as Black Rock City.  I could not be more excited about this next phase of evolution.

My prayer?  Please, open my eyes.  Grow my heart.  Pull me closer and set me free.  USE ME, Universe, how I was meant to be.

Lastly, may you all know how you each have helped propel me and shape me into the proud artist and poet I have become, and know that I am forever grateful for your patience, encouragement as well as for your own openness and bravery.  YES YOU!  If you are reading this, know that you have impacted my life in a positive way, and we will continue to make positive changes in this chaotic world, one word, one connection at a time.   Look at us… we are an interconnected network of creativity and resources.  I truly look forward to coming back from this experience with more clarity and insight on what move to make next, as an individual and as a part of a community, with complete confidence and competence.   I am home.

Until we meet again,




24 days…

Four groundscore and seven fests ago, I was partying (too often in vain), when a dear friend turned me on to a little big thing called Burning Man.  ::scoff scoff::  Oh, the stigma!  After doing some serious research and digging deep within my own principles to see if it was a good fit, I was hooked… on the culture, on the curiosity, and of course on the crazy!

I took a good look around my festie scene, and while I do love the live music and wacky vibes, I craved a deeper connection, fueled by community and creativity.

So I turned to burn.

I embarked upon my first burn in 2013 in the middle of Missouri called Interfuse…. that year, it was commonly referred to as Winterfuse; to say the least, it was cold. FRIGID.  It was miserable.  It was exhausting.  And I STILL had the BEST time. Ever. Scratching my head, I had to know more.

I decided it was time to do Burning Man proper, as a seasoned festival goer, and so late 2013 I dove in head-first for Cargo Cult.  Not fully understanding the past enough to help create the future of Burning Man still, I thought I was ready.  Though I had done my homework and was as prepared as us newcomers can be, it was still terrifying.  Not because of the dust (that was hardly the biggest challenge), not because of the cold (I slept outside every night on a cot and was never uncomfortable really…we got VERY lucky I am told), and it wasn’t because of the lack of food or camp infrastructure.  It was scary because as an eccentric performer coming from the midwest I was virtually invisible.

Everyone had their tribe, their camp, their art car, their shtick, and I did find it a bit of a challenge for a newcomer to incorporate myself into existing relationships and bonds.

It was just the challenge I needed, to be fair.

Pushed outside of my comfort zone and into the ‘real world’ of the creative vortex I better understood my self and my environment.  The biggest lesson I learned from the experience is that you don’t go to Burning Man, or anywhere sacred for that matter, without taking with you those with whom you want to share the experience.

“Sometimes you don’t get the burn you want, you get the burn you need,” my partner Michael reminds me, as we head into the abyss of this year’s 2016 Burning Man “DaVinci’s Workshop” of choosing your own adventure!

I am grateful to have a partner who is as open and flexible and free as I feel, especially going into such a journey.  I have come so far from being that innocent hippie jam band free lovin’ festival chica I used to be, and now I walk forward with the 10-principles engraved on my soul.  “Party with class, pick up your trash!” It’s a group effort to leave no trace.  Consent is always fresh in my mind, especially with new people.  Radical creativity and self expression combined with civic responsibility means doing what you do best, while not interfering with anyone elses’ experience.  Burning is a way of life, a beautiful way at that.  Walking this path with integrity, confidence and compassion is my modus operandi, and I could not be more excited to see what unfolds in the Black Rock galaxy this year.

If all of this jargon is a total mystery to you, I encourage you to start researching.  Look up the 10 principles.  Watch videos of what it means to burn with heart.  Most importantly, don’t ever underestimate the power of your own intentions.

So many people have said to me, “oh, I could never afford to go to burning man, it’s so expensive”, and I too said the same thing.  Until I just decided to go.  Never mind the low-income ticketing program (worth looking up, if you’re on a budget) but the rule of thumb with Burning Man tickets is that if you are supposed to be there, you will make it.  If you decide you are going pack your bags and the ticket will find you.  The biggest challenge for most people is getting the time off work.  Last time I went to Burning Man I quit my job before I went. (Sorry about that CBT).  If you decide this is going to be the most life changing epic adventure you’ve ever known then it will be, and quitting your job may be just the catalyst you need to make it happen.  If you show fear then you will be met with fear.  “Attitude is everything” my mother taught me as a little girl.

My attitude is ready to kick some artsy ass; in 24 days we burn the man.


Art, Hip Hop, Sacred Space

Greener Pastures…

It looks so glamorous from the outside, but I promise you the struggle is real, no matter which side of the fence you live on.

I often look at my own progress as an artist and in terms of what it means to be “successful”…  I have to often remember that I am only one person, and I’ve come so much further than I ever expected, whilst undergoing the real struggle, to stay humble.   The irony of not being able to book a legit show in my hometown, but in florida they love me, I continue to try and make sense of it. But I am content.  I know I am worthy and was put here to make the world a more beautiful place as an artist. Nothing I have done was handed to me on a silver platter.

Logistics: My mother helped me financially record my first album in 2008. I self produced the 2nd and 3rd album and my fans helped with the costs of 4th album and book publishing.  I am my own manager, booking agent, PR creative director and social media marketer. Words came easy, but I’ve taught myself how to DJ, spin fire, market, update websites, and am now pushing myself out of my comfort zone to travel, teach workshops and street perform along the way.

None of this has been easy… But rewarding, yes. Worth every second of confusion and self doubt and mystery.

So use me universe. Don’t let my wanderings be in vain.

And may I always be grateful for those, friends, family and co-workers, who have believed in me all along the way, even when it was hard to believe in myself.  It is because of all of you that I can wake up everyday proud of my triumphs, and my mistakes. The lessons make all the mistakes worth it.

Oho from Montana,





Sabbatical X2

Perhaps traveling is just a way a life for people like me?  I’ve been on the ‘road’ again for about a month, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breath again…

My skin can breath, as I haven’t put on make up in weeks. And I still feel gorgeous.  More so than ever.  Like fine wine, as I age…. Let’s hope that keeps up!

My lungs can breath, with the clean Colorado air, and lack of smoking (I know, one would think to smoke MORE being in Colorado, but it’s been quite the opposite…  When it’s legal, you pick and chose more careful when and where to partake in such a sacrament).  I’ve also given up those nasty cigarettes again, in the interest of self care and vitality preservation. While I do miss my grounding ritual, it feels good to have self control, dare I say?  #adulting2016

Most importantly, my mind can breath.  I can think long term.  I don’t have to make any  commitments. Unless someone is paying me for my services, be it artistically and/or professionally, I don’t have to go to anything I don’t want to, and it feels AMAZING.   #shewfly

I look at the choices I have made in the past year or two, and leaving my home in the interest of exploration and self-motivation is one of the best decisions I have could made for myself.  For the first time in a while, I can think clearly about my art, my role in this life, my contributions to society and how I can be the best version of myself. #higherself

Funnily enough, the single question I get asked most as I traverse across this country, is: “So, what are you going to do after?”…

After what?

The whole point of THIS lifestyle is to not live in the past or future. To not be worrying about “oh I wish I had gotten that job” or “wow, I sure hope I can go work behind a desk when this whole walk-about is over”.  NO NO NO.

After this…. who knows, but the possibilities are endless.
Maybe I will trade in my car for an RV? Or, MAYBE, I’ll sell the thing and buy a one-way ticket to Paris, for a month or two.  Maybe I’ll go work on a cruise ship, or strip in Vegas for a stint (just kidding.)  Maybe I’ll go work on an Island, or open a Chipotle in New Zealand.I do know, that this thirst for knowledge and exploration is WAY bigger than just the United States, bigger than my car, bigger than my dreams even could have thought.  I just recently discovered the “Around the World in a Year” plane ticket, which blew my mind.

For around $3,000, you two can take a plane every day for a year and go as hard, or travel as lightly, as you want.

And workaway.info has some amazing opportunities!.

So many people say to me “oh, I wish I could live that way” and  I guarantee you, YOU CAN.  You just have to really want it.  You want something enough, you don’t settle for less.

“Sometimes, in order to be given everything, you have to give everything up”

If I don’t see you until the flip side of Burning Man, stay cool this summer.  Take care of each other and yourself, and for the love of Pete, SPREAD KINDNESS,
Until next time… always yours,
P.S. BOOK ME and I’ll come to you!  I promise❤

Tinder is the Heart

Dating in our modern day world has turned into a video game.  Wipe left.  Swipe right. No no no no Definitely NOT.  No beards.  No Golfers.  No sports fans.  (personal preference, nothing personal).   Bonus points if you have a photo that doesn’t show your face jk. But Yes, I’m picky.  With no time to waste.  Don’t judge me. Even though I’m definitely judging you.  

I can’t even begin to get started on how perplexed this system is.   Dating, on speed.  Call it tinder, is the heart.  I can decide in a split second the fate of the rest of my life.  Too many options?  Yet not enough fish in the sea.  And I’m still single.  

You know how it is… download tender, delete it, download it again when you’re drunk, delete it again when you’re drunk.  Download it again and see who your old matches are. And then there’s seeing the good ol’ ex boyfriend, that’s always a climactic moment.  

 Who really has time for this shit, to weed through all these motherfuckers?  

Trigger happy.

Don’t sell me your children there should be a different app forthat. There’s a jswipe for Jewish cats, but I know everyone on it. 

If there’s two people In your photo I must assume you’re the ugly one.  And if your with a girl, that’s not a good start.  

If you’re 24 and I’m 30 it’s never going to work

Its like mining diamonds..

“Will you be my tinderella”

It’s always fun to tinder in another city… or while on a road trip (of course, not while you’re driving)… because you get a whole new pool and then bam, you’re gone again.  Some people use tinder for marketing… slap your website on there, ask someone “what do you do for a living” and when they ask you back, give em the shpeal.  It’s happening, I swear.  
The moment of panic when you swipe left on accident on a pretty cute guy… That COULD HAVE been the ONE.  Oy.  


I like to be intimidating as FUCK, because if they can’t keep up from the start, they don’t stand a chance in the long run.  If the first thing they message me is “You’re kind of intimidating, I don’t respond.

My tinder profile:

Tip#1 for dating me: Don’t.  I play with fire.  I am an artist.  A gypsy at heart.  Classy and sassy all the way.  I am in love with love.  I am a misSconception And I’m looking for a rockstar so you gotta be able to keep up.  I also work in communications, graphic design, PR, event management, etc.  You want to get to know me? Let’s have dinner.  Or you could check out my musical shenanigans online: http://www.themissconception.com.  If you want to chat, hit me on facebok: Sara Nicole Glass.  

Do you know how many potential matches I’ve had on tinder?  72.  Do you know how many have messaged me on Facebook like I ask (simply bc the tinder messenger is a bitch)…. 4.  FOUR dudes actually READ what I posted and wanted to date me enough to send a damn message. Tinder may be the heart, but lazy is the man.  


Playing with Fire


I started playing with fire when I was born.
Basically, my, father, a fireman, Norm
would listen to his work radio at home
and when there was a fire he would go,
sometime with me in tow, we would rush
to catch the action, though I don’t even really remember seeing any flame …
To him it was a game.

And of course, on Shabbas, the Jewish day of rest,
we always lit candles, two or more… to bless us.
Bringing warmth, and familiarity.
I could touch the flame with my finger, with hilartiiy I knew,
but not for long,  my mother would sing the
“stop setting such a bad example” song…
little did she know, I was too far gone

In Girl scouts, I learned how to build a fire, all by myself.
A frame or teepee style.  And I remember feeling proud.
Like I knew, that if it came to man versus now, I could make warmth and light.
Somehow I could feed myself off this earth,
for what it’s worth to a third grader at camp that felt like church,
I was certain, I could conquer it with the power of the earth.

So I started smoking cigarettes, rapidly.
Thinking if fire was so great, clearly I should inhale.
I thought vapidly “it’s not that big of a deal, playing with fire is fun”
but little did i know what a hold on my life it would have, stunned.
10 years later.  An aspiring non smoker.   All in fun. Still lit.  Take a hit.

I remember in high school having a conversation with a fire,
one night, I was lit. After eating some fungus, all by myself for a bit,
I bonded with this outdoor ceramic chimneia so deeply, so openly.
We laughed and wept and I learned so much about the universe
from those dying embers.  I tell you, it changed me.

Like college. I got burned a few times, but it was always worth it in the end,
the lessons learned and scars earned.
And the shocked look on someones face lit up,
when they see a fire dancer light up for the first time,
that is something I truly cherish and embrace.

Feel the warmth. Come closer it won’t burn you. It’s sacred.

I remember explaining to my family one Friday evening
that I was learning how to hula hoop with fire.
8 years later, they are finally clear, it’s not a passing desire.
I use all kinds of props and fire toys now as play,
I don’t even know how it happened, but I could spin for days.

Forget the boys…. I did catch my hair on fire once or twice,

but mostly I’ve come out unscathed.

I can hold fire in my hand with certainty, and make it pretty.
It is a gift. I never feel more powerful than that moment of awe.
Spinning fire is ancient. Our ancestors used fire to survive and to entertain.
To cook. To sleep on cold nights. Fire has kept us all alive.
And yet also stolen many lives

And yes I’ve been known to leave the stove on a time or two on accident, a bit too long.  I’ll admit, sometimes i’m just careless…. See

I’ve lately been playing with fire with my health clearly not valuing my own wealth.  i know, I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.  It’s just, well there was a lot of fun to be had, and then some, it’s just hard to keep up with the flame.   And I’m only almost thirty.  Is it time to wake uP?  Maybe spinning fire isn’t really what’s up.  I’ve been real up on luck, why push it right? i mean I played with fire with an ass-fuck and that too sucked, I’ve been thinking about letting up…

How long have I been setting fire to this microphone until I blow up?
As nice as it would be to make it in the business of show, I’m about ready to give it up.  Maybe a sign would be nice, that fire is safe.  I do have performance insurance…

2 million dollar policy. It all comes down to trust.  Letting the flame bless us

in the nature of comfort.  Be that it may stay contained and perhaps only then
should I play, just a bit more, in the interest of lust. One more time.
The flame sparks.  My life ignites. I am whole.
One with the flame and one with my chi. One with sky. One with me.

So now, every full moon or solstice…

I light a candle and pray that I don’t get burned again.






If you know me, you know, like most women, that I am boy crazy.  Hungry for a man.  THE man.  I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs on the relationship roller coaster.  I’ve had my heart broken, and I have shamelessly broken my fair share of hearts.

More so lately than not, I have been incredibly selfish when it comes to relationships.  Jumping at anything that bites and then walking away coldly when it’s not right.  Take the guy from Austin who drove 7 hours to New Orleans to see me, only to find “sorry bud, it’s just not happening…”.  And then there’s the many-a-dudes who turn into snapping turtles when I really don’t want to be romantic.  They do not like being called out on that.  Bye-bye friendship.  Back to the drawing board…

While I’m not always proud of breaking hearts, I find an unfair pressure often assumed when it comes to dating.  What is the harm in trying someone on, deciding it isn’t working, and parting ways? I find myself in more and more guilt trips from angry, jealous men, who turn spiteful once the realization sets in that it isn’t working. I’d like to think one would be grateful to share such an experience, but again maybe that’s just my cold-hearted bitch-side rearing her head again.

I truly am sorry for all the karmic actions on my behalf that did not turn out smelling like a rose.  It’s never fun to fall in love back-handedly.  I am also eternally grateful for all of the many wonderful lovers I’ve experienced over the years.  Most of them, I treasure.  And of course, you have to know what you don’t want to know what you do want.  So I’ve developed a plan, a man-infestation plan, to manifest the man of my dreams.  Really the plan is well underway, but now I’m defining it!  And you should, too.

When manifesting, it’s important to get real clear with what you want.  So here’s my list, my perfect man.  All I want for Christmas is this guy/MAN to show up.  Thanks in advance… I know you’re out there:

A man. A real man.  No bullshitting.
Hopeless romantic.
4.5 inches taller than me.
Brown, thick hair, kind almond eyes, olive skin.
Passion out the ass.
Soft lips for kissing.
Strong arms for holding.
Worldly.  A traveler
Mischievous. A prankster. A joker. A clown.
Musical. A producer. A business man at heart.
Masculine in nature but okay with the feminine.
SPIRITUAL.  Looking to explore the mystical side of life. Akashic records in tact. Ok with exploring astral projection and kundalini rising momentum.  On a quantum wavelength.
Tattoos are okay.  Piercings not so much.
Sharp dresser.  Thrifty spender.  Smart saver.
Health is a top priority, but not over bearing.
No children, but wants them (with me).
Not a cheater. Not a lier.
Never locks doors (unless I’m locked in with him).
Ok with living and growing outside of the ordinary.
Loves to DANCE!  Loves to dance with me.
Gardener.  Environmentalist.  Conservationist.
Makes time for his family.
Owns a house and a car.  Has a job that he loves.
A big heart and small ego.

Oh and ring.  Please let there be a ring.

Worth mentioning: one might not necessarily have even one, let alone all of these qualifications, but MUST posses a desire to pursue.  (And furthermore, these qualifications may lie in more than one person, in the end. Hence, the man-infestation)

Here is to the future… to knowing what you want, not settling for less, and to prayers answered during this holy season,