It is just before 5:30 a.m. After pro-actively filling my flush bucket with water, I squat down and brace myself against the wall, wrapping my left arm under my leg for extra support. My stomach grumbles in sweet anticipation and just as my business slides out, the morning call to prayer sounds. This seems incredibly […]
I’m languidly floating in our hotel’s pool when a fellow Peace Corps Trainee swims over to me. “How are you liking everything so far?” he asks. “It’s been nice,” I say. “But I’m ready to get away from this place.” I laugh when I realize the ridiculousness of my statement. At the time, we were […]
While in Taos, I decided to take a quick stroll down the Rio Grande Gorge. Skipping merrily down the canyon. I managed to hike all the way down to the bottom. Unfortunately, I didn’t take into consideration the most important piece of wisdom when it comes to canyons: “What goes down must come up.” – […]
In Bali, many temples are dedicated to Hanuman, the Monkey God. As such, monkeys are considered sacred and are staple parts of the Balinese Culture. This is evident through the plays they perform, the statues they venerate, and the temples they’ve built. You see it when you enter the Monkey Forest – a place overrun with tourists, yet also deeply dear to the people of Bali. It was at the Monkey Forest that I made my first primate friend—at a safe distance of course—out of this blatant baboon.
After journeying safely through the Monkey Forest, I was certain that all future primate encounters would be uneventful. After all, I followed the rules: no food, no small objects in hand, no chasing, petting, or grabbing the devious creatures. Who were the monkeys to harass me?
What I didn’t factor in, however, was the delicious smell of my feet. There’s no need to deny it: my feet are downright delectable. Or at least that’s one mischievous monkey believed.
During my last birthday, I had one clear goal in mind: to travel outside of the country before I had another one. I put that goal aside when I was accepted into the Peace Corps because I was about to spend two years in a foreign country – which seemed to more than fulfill my desire.
But then that dream was postponed and the next thing I knew, I was purchasing a roundtrip ticket to Bali and using the time to cross a few things off my bucket list.
- Go on a Silent Retreat? Check
- Visit some Temples? Check
- Embrace yoga and meditation? Check
- Learn to Surf? Check
- Hike up Gunung Agung? Okay, I didn’t get around to doing this – as I was in no shape for the 12 hour vertical climb – but all the more reason to return again for this particular spiritual journey.
While I was in Bali, I was taken by the extreme kindness and openness of the Balinese people. Although it was easy to see where the Australian crowd, as well as the EPL women, have infiltrated some of the local traditions and ways, it was also easy to see the tones of welcome that echoed throughout the island. Equally as easy to hear was the roosters that echoed every morning and the musical chants of worship that echoed throughout the day.
What I loved most about Bali was the smell.
Everywhere I walked, it smelled like incense – the world was their church and their temple – and there wasn’t a moment that you forgot it.
Life isn’t one size fits all. Or ever 100,000 sizes fits most. We all have our individual journeys; we all have a different path to Truth. Don’t be afraid to walk it.
Do you know where you’re going? Sometimes the path you’re on doesn’t take you to where you long to be. When that happens, don’t be afraid to forge a new trail.