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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.