Gili Air at sunset
You know when you play pinball and you hit the jackpot and win some free balls to play more rounds?
That’s how I feel with having this extra unanticipated month in Bali.
Last weekend (the weekend I would have been leaving Bali) I went to Gili Air with some friends. It is the most charming island I’ve ever seen. Horse-drawn carriages as the only mode of transportation, snorkeling with sea turtles, fresh fish kabobs.
It was delicious in so many ways.
Warning: the boat ride is an initiation. Two hours of hell, each way. Uggh. And I’m not one to typically get sea sick. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m up for the ride again. A big part of me wants to go back to Gili Air before I leave Bali but I really need to weigh that boat ride from hell to see if it’s worth it.
I’m still not sure.
Despite the hellish boat ride, Bali is the gift that keeps on giving.
Yesterday was the Ubud weekly writing group that helped me tap into some hidden desires that I had no idea were there. It’s also such a treat to be amongst writers who are willing to show up, be vulnerable and share themselves.
This morning was the lunar eclipse. The sound of my neighbors oohing and ahhing over it outside my window woke me up in the wee hours (4am). It was so beautiful and worth the early morning wake up call.
In a few minutes I’m going to a weekly art group in Bali.
So much to do here. So much time still to do it. I feel nourished on so many levels here in Ubud.
Steeped in gratitude today.
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