agung

There is silence.  It crushing immensity looms over me but I find myself taking shallow breaths to preserve its purity.  Birds are sleeping.  Bugs are hidden.  As we walk, the irregular crunch of our boots and my struggling breath beats beneath the stars.  Our lamps bob as we take over-sized steps up the mountain.  I …

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ritual and intention: the heartbeat of bali

She sits impossibly straight, her legs tucked delicately beneath her, wrapped tightly in a bright blue sarong and tied with golden orange sash. Her eyes are closed and her face is strikingly serene.  With a slow steady movement, she raises her hands, pressed together, fingers flat, to her head.  The bright red flowers shoot up …