Art from wanderings
Everything is numbered.
That crept up and now every meeting, every dance, every meal may be our last. It’s happy too, only good things coming, but I’ve settled in deep to this place.
I like going to sleep to crickets and barking geckos, waking up to sweeping and to loud, unstoppable roosters. I like when I have to miss yoga because a downpour refuses to let up and the thunder interrupts the conversation at all the right times, when you can’t order half of the juices on the menu because it’s not the season and you can’t get durian because the man who sells it on the side of the road every day didn’t show up today. When the cows and the dogs play outside the window of our kitchen, blenders roaring over Michael Jackson, love frequencies and improv poetry slams.
I like stillness and motion and where they meet. Being in a group and alone and where they meet.
I’m as happy as I’ve ever been when I get to dance in the night and yoga in the morning, eat nourishing food over stimulating conversation, and hydrate with coconuts from up the street, up the sky. Where am I? What life is this? Whose ?
Sundays, everyone comes together. We dance in the daylight, like crazy people, wild & unstoppable. We eat together and go to a drum circle for music, dancing, hoola hoping, acro yoga, bali soccer, and our sacred ice cream. Before we make our separate ways to dragonfly village. A sanctuary in the rice paddies. Cared for by the sauna, the campfire, the pool, hot & delicious tea, and our favorite DJ.
We leave at nine, to sleep to sleep to sleep.
This is a special place.
Sunrise on our last day in amed.
Beautiful diving town down on the ocean, quiet for the ceremonies and energetic amongst friends. Five in a room with an angry and confused call from the hotel manager, we are on a budget.
Add yoga and a clear sky of actively twinkling stars and ones that shoot across the 12 hour wide sky.
An early morning of exploring.
Found: sleeping construction site of an expensive vacation spot
Found: a small village of daily life