Bali is a bad idea, don’t go there.
I went to Bali for time out. You know, to clear the head and figure out what I really want to do with my life when I grow up.
Now I just don’t want to do anything and then I want to do everything. You really got me all confused.
You know, some of my friends back in England were not ready to come to you, because we have this thing called ‘beach body ready’. But me? No, I didn’t listen.
I came with all my curves. Did you care? No.
Your men, didn’t give a damn. They were too busy asking me where I’m from, how I spell my name, calling me beautiful or Nelson Mandela (like I knew him personally) and in Gili Islands, they tend to sing ‘Waka Waka’ to me (don’t ask me, maybe some African song).
And your women? They were too busy trying to sell me some sarong or trying to make me feel relaxed and beautiful with their amazing massage and spa. I mean who needs all that in this busy world. I have travelled too far for this.
You were really a bad idea, Bali.
Now, don’t get me started on your food. I’ve eaten so much of it, I’m just grateful for your sun, for at least in my head I’m sweating some of that weight off. Perhaps I should really have waited to come to you with a ‘beach body ready’. I mean giving me amazing cakes for breakfast, now that’s just mean.
I love travel. I travel to seek spirituality and soul expansion, but with you, my thirst for travel has heightened. Who is going to fund that now? You? Bali?
Everything here (the people, food and art) feels so spiritual and sacred, so much so it feels you should only but capture it with your heart.
Now this is really affecting me. I love photography. How do I show my people just how good a picture I can capture of you, if I am limited to just a few and savour the best in my heart?
Talking about heart, not sure how you do it, but I keep having these experiences of heart expansion. There was the time I cried in one of your temples and the time you insisted I meet everything in my life (love, business, relationships) from a soul level, like I do with my spirituality.
It takes humility, vulnerability and courage, that’s scary, I say. Learn to ride your fear you say to me with your depiction of Shiva (Hindu supreme god) riding dragons and monsters.
I am constantly reminded about my judgmental character, when I express my views about certain things, usually laughed off by the Balinese, illustrating their easy going nature. Your children are spiritual, yet everything goes.
I once read that vibrators are not allowed in Indonesia (don’t ask me how I know that), but you have the male genital on display everywhere. Okay I get it, perhaps it’s to do with Shiva again (the lingam – erect male organ, is seen as a symbol of the energy of Shiva) but still!
I know now, you are not for me, Bali.
It’s been amazing for both my masters though, as it has been a heart and soul expansion. They both were basking in happiness at your presence.
Thanks a lot, I’m bruised, shattered and diminished.
But I understand. In fact, this American lady I met on my last day in Ubud (think of it as the cultural center of Bali), phrased it perfectly, “Bali is not the place to go with a plan, it’s the place to just turn up and see what opens up”.
That makes total sense to me. Bali was an urge within me, an unplanned trip, a calling to follow my instinct and intuition, to which I surrendered to.
I had no plans for this holiday to Bali, not even accommodation was booked. All I had was a flight ticket, an open heart and an intention to connect with my soul and the supreme (God) just a little bit more.
Yet the synchronicity has been mind blowing. I’ve turned up at places just at the right time to meet a kindred spirit amidst 100s.
Because the soul knows.
I am constantly reminded that life has no certainties (except for death of course), so why do we constantly insist on knowing the unknown before we take a leap or even move forward?
I am keeping an intention to hold this energy just a little bit longer as I return to my busy world. That can be pretty hard for someone like me, after all, I am The Ego.
Like I said, Bali was really a bad idea (don’t go), unless perhaps you are one of those soul and heart kind.
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