Coming to Bali I felt so raw, alone, confused, I’d lost my sense of direction in my Grief over my dear son Shane dying. I could not find my way to places I knew and loved and I just wanted to weep and do all I could to stop the truth from being true.
When I arrived I could not stop to see what was around me. I just felt like it was one more place I would come to ANC forget. But after a night sleep waking to the beauty of the sunrise, I felt a bit intrigued. Maybe it would be okay.
I’d ordered breakfast to my room and it was delightfully delivered.
I heard then saw the lovely fountain and garden below me. Then the wave of grief hit.. How could I be here in this when Shane is gone? How can it be true? I think I will struggle with that question for a long time.
I headed to the mountain to join the Sacred Dance Guild for a week of glorious dancing and tears, and songs, and finding new strength in myself.
Dreaming of a world where all that pain was a dream
Our night of dinner and dancing in Ubud.
A process of meditation called super consciousness awake me to the wonder of the world. Again. At least for now the day tastes sweet and I can feel my dear son here in the moment.
I came here after having a dream that my mom and sister where here asking me to join them. then Paster Tim entered and agreed that here I could find a new lease on love of the all beings here.
I did find a missing part of me. Hard to describe what was gone or how I know it has returned but it has. Now to find more I can add to the joy of the world