The village has changed, I realized already on my very pleasant (all due to the panda) nine hour bus ride here that in fact the whole island is undergoing a massive face life. I did have quite a lot of spare time to look out the window last week. Everyone is getting in to the festive spirit – flags are going up outside every house, very creative decorations are being crafted my fave being colored water in plastic bags that’s hanging off the trees and bushes. It feels a bit like Xmas back home. So I didn’t want to be late to the party. Say hello to most patriotic c70 in the village (red goes on top btw, otherwise you’d better be in Poland, just saying it’s not like I had to google this).
So you’re on the local bus and there’s not only the usual chickens, suspect looking boxes and coconuts traveling with you but you also end up getting the seat next to a panda. What else can you possibly ask for except for maybe another toilet stop since the last one was more than 4 hours ago, but no I love the bus!
I wanted to move, like every inch in my body was ready for dynamic movement and in my mind sweat was dripping down on my mat. And there I was with 24 hours of travel and already a full on class that very first day, maybe things went a bit to fast. I feel something is not right and looking down I realize my right knee has the size of a water balloon. Decided the next morning that it still looked pretty ugly so went to the doctor who gave me some anti inflammatory pills and told me to rest for a few days. So back to yin, meditation and pranayama. Not what was in my mind but probably what I need. It’s the morning of day three and I finally start to arrive, sometimes it just takes time, relearning about my right side, the unbalanced yang of my body. Hello to you from the slow lane.
A few weeks in Sweden is coming to an end, it’s been the warmest summer since forever, no one can remember last time it rained, back in May I heard someone say the other day. It’s been good but lot’s of sitting, eating and all of that. So before I head back to the village I’m making a stop in my fave yoga hipster town. I’m joining my raw vegan yoga holistic ecstatic dancing friends in Ubud next week. Exciting times. you just don’t know what you’ll leave with maybe some new crystals, chakras or just some parasites from the raw food 🙂
She is so peaceful and always with a smile on her face. Nothing seems to bother her, she just does her own thing. I want to be more like her. I’m enjoying the ocean but something is off. There is this (old) guy out in the surf who seems so arrogant, he won’t smile and keeps snaking everyone and we’re just a handful of people out. When I head up to the point he does the same to me. Like it’s all there just for him, like he is a little bit more important than the rest of us. But she doesn’t care, just shrugs her shoulders and moves on with so much grace. I want to be like that to. But instead I get angry so angry and I loose my shit and yell out. It’s a few days later and I realize I have so much to be grateful for, there is no room for small stuff from old grumpy men.
The ability to see value even in humble, unremarkable situations is essential to our happiness, or at least to our well-being. Some people seem to have everything in life but are not content because they do not see the value of what they have, and concentrate on what they still would like to have, or on what makes them unhappy. Others, instead, maybe less fortunate, appreciate simple things that many of us take for granted – good health, a fine day, a smile.
– words from the power of kindness written by Piero Ferrucci.
This very nice read was sitting waiting for me at the camp site just outside the village one day. Left behind by a Finish girl who couldn’t fit it into her backpack when she left.
It’s like a distant dream those months I spent in the village. I arrived on a Wednesday morning, it’s trickling rain and I feel I’m in a ghost town. There is no one around, nothing is open and I’m probably really hungry. Everyone is sleeping and I walk around ‘town’, seriously town is maybe just a street or two if you feel generous. I had no idea what was coming for me back then, what this sleepy village had in store for me, the lessons to learn and the love and kindness waiting to hit me straight in the heart.
Hello hello to you little forgotten blog, I think I got stuck somewhere in transit between one destination and the other. Then there was a reminder the other night that sometimes it’s nice to share so let’s see. I started this year off so so nice, I keep forgetting how blessed I am. So I finally ran out of excuses (no full time job commitments or lack of time) to sit Vipassana so pretty much the first thing I did this year was to spend 10 days in silence. Away from social media, my iPhone, internet, news, books all of it was traded for 10 days of disciplined meditation practice. The hardest work I’ve ever put into anything but in return a very powerful experience. I’m mind blown by this practice and tradition, so beautiful. I always did my best to hide from meditation I guess just being to lazy to make an effort but this course made a huge change.
I always come back it’s way to good not to. Easter holidays this time, I’ve surfed so much the last two weeks. It’s been so good I’m grateful for all the waves, sunrises, creativity, laughs, the people, new and old friends. Surfing in torrential rain and heavy thunderstorms. Waking up in the middle of the night by a shaking earth. Being so close to nature. The rhythm of live. Practicing yoga on my porch in the tropics, body and muscles so warm. Aduh! Thank you universe! Landed back in Sydney this morning feeling I’m in a bubble.
2 feet wind swell with strong south wind today so surf got cancelled in favor of yoga and some snorkeling in the bay. Looks like similar conditions for tomorrow so let’s see maybe sunrise paddle. Maybe not 🙂 Still happy about fun waves from last week.