My Bali Journey

What a journey it has been—two months of solo traveling.
This was a journey I had dreamed of since childhood—to be a free girl, wild and curious, exploring the world.

Bali’s warm, supportive energy, the beautiful people I met, the nature, the spirits, the lovely butterflies, the endless rice terraces, the ceremonies, rituals, stories, circles, songs, food, cooking and so many others...

They all showed me the way—the way of my heart.
I am deeply grateful for it all.

Here is what Bali means to me...

Bali ;
a place where the scent of incense blends with the earthy smell of humid air
a place full of beautiful hearts —ready to help you, hold you, be your sister, brother, mother, or oma( grandmother)
a place of breathtaking nature, always ready to show you the way
a place you never forget—we are a part of nature, where harmony is a way of life
a place full of prayers, ceremonies, rituals, and stories
a place to experience both the seen and the unseen
a place to remember spirits, our ancestors, and loved ones
a place that holds you, supports you, and helps you find your authentic self
a place to slow down, observe, explore, and discover whatever comes
a place you can truly call “home”—warm, safe, and cozy
a place to heal your body, mind and soul
a place that lets you go deep into yourself —see all your fears, shame, pain, and sorrow —and helps you to go through them
a place to see the beauty, love, and power within you—and let them bloom and grow
a place where you are free from labels, conditioning, and judgment
a place to be wild and free like a child who enjoys every moment, explores without boundaries
a place to meet your inner child, and grow—then touch the woman in you, and grow again
a place to find your balance, harmony
a place to connect with your heart
a place to die and be reborn
a place to discover the art of living