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Velta, the teeny tiny tough-as-nails Latvian grandma I've shacked up with for three months, has taught me profound lessons on resourcefulness and survival. I'm now realizing she's also taught me the beauty of sharing your life with strangers.
I don't mean blogging about my adventures, splashing them on Facebook for whomever to see. I mean intimately sharing your weird day to day life. With someone you barely know and cannot actually speak to. For months. And loving it. And loving them. And being open to all of the randomness that ensues.
Here's the thing: Sitting naked on a stone cold floor in a primitive cabin on the other side of the world - bathing admittedly like a Victorian whore - puts your life into perspective pretty quickly. It was a microcosmic moment that perfectly summed up my feelings about Latvia.
Sweeping, sweeping, sweeping...the swooshing sound of sticks and dried palm fronds on Mr. Gede's handmade broom begin before the sun rises, and never truly ends.
One of my most visceral memories of this island will be the sound of rough brooms scraping stone sidewalks. Walk down any street at any time of day and you'll see shop owners sweeping the corner of the world carved out for their livelihood. Even the woman who sells sarongs at the beach, in a Sisyphean display of resilience, sweeps sweeps sweeps the encroaching sand.
You can't walk a more than a few feet in Bali without needing to navigate around an offering. They're on the ground, in the road, on top of shop signs, teetering on the handlebars of a scooter, stacked high on temple steps, spilling out of cubby holes cut into the black stone buildings, giant statues all decked out and dressed up with fresh flowers and colorful fabrics...everywhere.
I'm sharing a special post today, an article written by my friend and fellow Spirit Junkie. Vicky auf de Mauer. This week Vicky launched her life's work onto the world wide web and it's time to celebrate! Lightworker Nation has officially come to fruition!
I'm celebrating my anniversary today! One year ago today my doctor looked up slowly from the lab reports, put her hand over her thyroid in her throat, and said to me: "Your body is attacking itself, love." Until that moment, I'd never heard of Hashimoto's.
This past year has taught me a few hard-fought lessons. Please borrow as needed.
The petite lesbian is sitting crosslegged behind me, rubbing my back, while the bearded man I met three minutes ago rests his head in my lap. I'm massaging his scalp and tugging his hair while we chat about his two teenage children. Two people who also just met are 20 feet away, spooning and making small talk. There's a foot rubbing circle of sorts in the back corner. A couple people choose to linger near the veggie tray and lemonade for now.
And my ex-boyfriend just walked in.
I realize most of you don’t know me personally, so let me explain that I’m primarily an introvert. I’m not keen to draw attention to myself, particularly in situations where I feel uncomfortable. Let's just say I'm working on my relationship with public displays of vulnerability. The moment I was presented with the opportunity to trance dance in Bali, I had hilarious and horrifying visions of Bridget Jones caliber. The degree of potential embarrassment is staggering.
I'm fortunate to be friends with some of the most amazing women you'll ever meet. A group of us had a conversation recently about what we know for sure. It was so powerful and I can't stop thinking about it. I decided to share with you a few things that I know for sure.
I had my first-ever session with an intuitive energy healer this week and I want to share a lesson that's coming through loud and clear to me:
We're meant to live whole, beautiful, messy, graceful lives aligned with our highest self. We're not meant to parse ourselves into restrictive boxes.