Bali. The land of so many promises.
As we prepare to leave, still under the shadow of Agung, my heart is heavy.
Bali has brought me so many things and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to pay her back again.
Truthfully we’re not leaving Bali quite yet. For the next week we’re going on a media black out in the foot hills of the mountain to reflect and sit in quiet.
None-the-less, we leave Canngu now – far too soon in my opinion.
As we say goodbye there are many things to be grateful for.
Firstly it brought me to the Nomad MBA.
This incredible collective of people who have encouraged me to grow in ways I didn’t know were possible. I’ve made forever friends already and know that more will come. Everyone should do it. Seriously – look it up and sign up for the next trip, you wont regret it.
Secondly it’s reminded me what an amazing thing it is to live simply and with much beauty.
The green of the rice fields and the azure of the ocean twinkle as people go about the normal rhythm of life. They welcome us in as strangers and quickly make us family.
They introduce us to their customs and beliefs without an edge of expectation that we should think the same.
They feed us and transport us. The laugh with us and dance with us.
I want to always live in the realms of perfect and simple hospitality like my experience of the Balinese people. Sharing the gift of the natural beauty around me with those people who come in and out of my life. Here I have had a real experience of how this can work organically, without striving for it.
Thirdly in Bali I have learned that anything really is possible.
When you are encouraged, nurtured, seen and appreciated the dreams sitting dormant in you suddenly seem to be resurrected.
Breath for Bali was one of those dreams for me. I can’t believe the generosity of people or the talent of my friends or the relative ease that we could make a difference.
People are safer now, they have been fed, they are warmer at night, all because of a dream that was woken up in a perfect storm of situation and opportunity.
Personally the best thing is that it begins to remind you to see that you have a place, a purpose and a joy without trying to have any of those things.
Saying goodbye is really hard.
I think the fear is that the next hello wont be as life-giving or profound as this one and that in leaving this thing behind somehow it will lose its value. In many ways it’s seems like any future experience couldn’t possibly be as good as the last one.
But then every hello I make seems to smash my expectations out of the water and instead of dimming the color of what has gone before it it just adds more to the tapestry of my life.
What a gift and a truth.
So goodbye Bali, thank you for all the colors. Thailand, I can’t wait to see what you have for us.