Dear Friend,
Cacao went flying across the bathroom twice. Twice, I was so excited to be having a candlelit bath that my hand moved too quickly and knocked my wooden bowl off the edge of the bathtub. If someone walked in their first though would be digust. It smelled like chocolate but it looked like brown diarrhea was splattered across the tiles. I sacrificed my pink sarong to mop it up while sweat was still running off my forehead. The room was full of steam and roses. Palo santo filled my nose and softened my mind. Medicine music drummed on my little Bose speaker. For the first time in seven months, I sank my tired body into a divine feminine bath. For the first time in all four seasons and maybe longer, I felt at home in the way I’ve longed to feel at home. My feet were up on the end of the bath and nothing could disturb me.
Warm and snuggly, I crawled into bed and slept in the most comfortable bed I’ve found in Asia. Four giant pillows held me as I fell asleep and woke up in time for madrugada magic! At 4am I was up with more cacao (i didn’t spill it this time) and pen in my hand. By 7:30am I was snorkeling with the fish in the ocean. The sunrise sparkled down through the surface onto my pretty pink Penetrator fins. There was not another person on the beach. I had nature all to myself and she treated me well. I dug my feet into the black sand and stretched my body awake. I LOVE feeling the sand between my fingers. I LOVE it on the beach and I love it underwater. My breath was loud and steady as I enjoyed my morning stroll under the sea.
It was a quick scooter ride back up the hill and the rest of my morning was spent in my bungalow teaching a livestream yoga class inspired by my morning. My yoga classes are always inspired by whatever is going on in my life, whatever is present inside me right now. I’m just a channel and I allow myself to be possessed momentarily for the message that is flowing through. It’s a fun feeling to feel words like a river run through me, having no idea at all what I’ll say next but sensing that everything I’m expressing is hitting home for the person right in front of me. I have friends who refer to this as ‘channeling’ but I usually just joke about it as being possessed or “going off on one” or being swept up by a train of thought. It’s an exhilarating rush to just trust myself to speak freely with audience or classroom listening. I’m teaching and it also feels like performance art. So after delivering that, I poured a cup of tea and gave a little book report (updates on my novel project) for my fans.
My energy feels high and bright and I am celebrating the simple routine I’m living inside. I’m in the house by 6pm slowing down (happy to have a bathtub now!) so I can hit the pillows by 8pm at the latest. Up by 4am to write, in the ocean by 7ish, and on the livestream classroom by 930am. I’m hiding from the sun during the lunchtime hours, snacking from my fruit-filled fridge and managing my business admin while eating chocolate in bed. The afternoon sends me another burst of inspired writing and I’ll hit the gym before sunset and then it’s back to the house to wind down again. This is the plan for the next few weeks. I’m on an exotic island living a simple light that is full to the brim with peace, beauty, health and creativity.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde