Day 18-23 - Gili Trawangan - Lazy baruga days

Trip Start Mar 17, 2008
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Trip End Apr 04, 2009


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Nusa Tiga

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Well these days are flying by and all blending into one gorgoues time of relaxation. We have started most mornings with some yoga and/or a snorkel in the amazingly blue waters lapping about 2 metres from where we sit on heaps of blue cushions in the same baruga everyday with coral strand decorations all hanging all around. This is typically followed by either pancakes or omelette for our included breakfast and then the application of copious amounts of suntan lotion as we discovered how burnt you can get even in the shade.
They have books here we can borrow. After finishing the Celestine Prophecies (finally), I picked another called The Dance: Moving to the Rhythm of Your True Self (I must be on a self-improvement kick) by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. It was surprisingly good. Each chapter related to prose from her poem:
The Dance
I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiralling down into the ache within the ache
and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery,
sweet lips on my own,
every day.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are
and see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Dont' tell me how wonderful things will be ... someday.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next, and the next, and the next...
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall,
to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other,
let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth taht teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart,
and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desire have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want your children's children to remember,
and I will show you how I struggle,
not to change the world,
but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has dies away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, "Yes!". Just take my hand and dance with me.

Tim and I both read another book (predominantly out loud) - 'This Book Will Save Your Life' by A.M. Homes.
[As you can tell from the short entries, we became so lazy we didn't even write. But that's ok cos it's pretty much summed up in word (well two) - Absolutley awesome! Also, the few times I started to write, someome would walk over or past and stop for a chat] 
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