and so become yourself, because the past is just a goodbye. Crosby, Stills and Nash The first morning at Villa Mangku, a snake appeared. Dark and curled on the cool white tile of the kitchen floor. My bare feet, suddenly vulnerable and exposed. I mistook the snake as a bad omen, but it wasn’t. Snakes, […]
Stuck in Bali Stories
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Distancing, Socially
I remember my first friend. He understood me and made me laugh. And he was completely imaginary.
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Nyepi
humans go silent all else awakens, sings out it’s not us. rejoice. On the morning of Nyepi I wake as my dream lingers, its vivid palette fading like a painting left out in the sun. First, I remember the rice fields. It’s no wonder they now appear in my dreams. They are one reliable constant […]
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I’m Stuck in Bali: Stories of Pandemic Proportions. #2: Out of Nowhere
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about. ~ rumi In the morning I sit and drink black coffee and watch the farmers work the rice fields. It looks like unimaginably tedious, […]
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I’m Stuck in Bali: Stories of Pandemic Proportions. #1: In the Flow
“Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.” ~ rumi I’m not good at this. But it’s my turn. I place my palms together and hold them to my forehead. The water is cooler than I expected. The air ripe with smoky-sweet incense. I’ve watched others as I waited. They know what to do. […]