Whoa! I needed that!
Submersion into the depths of meditation kept time with the steady pulse of respiration, swinging the pendulum from opulent bliss to spine numbing pain, finally melding into a soft introspection.
Unchanged from last year, were my room assignment, spectacular views and fascinating process of swimming through the human psyche. New discoveries included a mushroom patch outside of Cell Block A (Confucius is with me), prune juice is a bad idea before an hour and a half sitting, and The Count from Sesame Street is leading our guided meditation sessions…take away one, one, Sankara, mwoa ha ha.
By day ten, I was an anxious child on the last day of school, the ticking seconds on the clock, the only barrier standing between me and summer vacation. My head was sooo not in the game. When the bell rang I sprang from my cushion, carefully folded my meditation blanket and sprinted for the door. One luxury allowed myself this year was the pleasure of getting to know a few of the tortured, solemn faces that silently passed the last ten days on adjacent cushions. The brief yet meaningful exchanges with these impressive women were inspiring, life affirming and a remarkable reminder how gorgeous a smile can be.
There are choices I’ve made in this lifetime that could certainly be deemed questionable. My next destination is not however, one of them. Leaving behind the jewel carpeted autumn of New South Whales it’s time to swing north to a warmer backdrop of palm trees and rice paddies. Our next stop is Indonesia!
Make no mistake; the next leg of this journey is in no way to experience the real Indonesia. I swallowed a LARGE dose last year in northern Sumatra. It crept all the way down to Medan and was more reality than I would have ever knowingly ingested. Nope. Cultural immersion will simply have to wait; the only immersion I’ll be entertaining involves dipping my tootsies into wooden bowls filled with steamy water, perfumed oils and flower petals. This party is taking us to the tourism-based town of Ubud and it is all about mineral scrubs, massages and pedicures.
Harmonizing my muscles with a calm mental tuning along with an abundance of fresh juice and organic raw food is simply preparation for phase two of this Indonesian adventure. I’ll be hopping on a bus and heading across Bali. There are a handful of islands luring me back with a siren's call since the moment I left.
I tripped over the islands last year after escaping Mommy Dearest’s orphanage. A week of refuge in Ubud left me feeling antsy and Kismet called me to the cluster of small islands off the Western coast. There is no motorized traffic, incredible diving, great food and totally laidback vibe; plenty of recreation to keep me mentally stimulated and very entertained. Two days turned into five and I only left because India beckoned with an impending flight to catch.
It is time to play and oooh do I feel like playing!