Rainy overcast days on land, vibrant blue beneath the water’s surface. We are at ease. I am wanderlusting, wanderliving. I want the music I create to give us the feeling of wanderlust being fulfilled. When you make music, people constantly ask you, “What type of music? What genre?” It’s an evolving answer because the music is exploring and evolving. This month I’m saying, “I create chill electronic wanderlust music.” The deep joy of music is bubbling up and splashing around playfully within me again. I had to deep dive to go recover it from the bottom of the inner ocean. New songs are rolling in with the waves.
I love how almost everyone in Bali is smiling. It seems so out of place to see someone serious, sad or grumpy. Last week, for the first time in months, I hear a man raise his voice. I turned my head in confusion. What could possibly bring someone to that? I feel very relaxed living here, quite content with how very little is going on.
I continue to want to dive deep, be open, and share what I love. Dive deep with me.
I’d really appreciate some new clothes to wear. I’ve grown almost sick of the tiny bundle of clothes I packed; a couple crochet tops, denim shorts, rainbow cotton shorts, rainbow crop top t-shirt, workout shorts and sports bra, black jumpsuit, three bikinis. That’s it. They’re all used up, smelling of adventure. Every combination has been worn. The fabric is damp and starting to mold. Nothing dries here in this rainy season. Only a day of air conditioning will evaporate the water and they still smell. If I wander down the village, will I find a laundry machine?
I’ve been visiting with “Captain Bubbles” everyday. We’re trading our knowledge and passion. He knows the ocean I’m staring at as I write this; big, blue, open to the universe, containing all the fish. I know the ocean within, the one I close my eyes to see. It’s black and sparkling with memories. We jump in the water and his face lights up with joy as his fingers point out colorful fish. He talks to the fish. He blow giant bubble rings that float up around me. We sit in the cafe and I explain how energy moves through the humans body just like the water flowing down a river. As the river narrows, the current increases and eddies form as the water hits a point and circles. Our attention works like this too. He teaches me about ‘water bonds’ and I explain how we bond with humans through music, sex, womb space, water play. It’s second chakra, sacral chakra. I’m a woman of the sacral chakra; it’s my favorite to work with, it’s my strongest energy, the portal that draws me into the inner world of the human body. Captain Bubbles enters the water and finds the same truths in the ocean that I’ve found in my body. We’re comparing notes of these truths, learned from different perspectives. He’s showing me how to read the waves of water and I’m showing him how to read the waves of emotion in the human body. How fascinating the life paths we choose to walk down and how they end up leading us to the same place in the end!
In the little jungle coffee shop (that makes DIVINE food) I love seeing people being affectionate to one another. A kiss on the nose, nuzzle the forehead, run hands through hair. I love these Tarzan men who walk around barefoot, shaggy hair in locks, unbuttoned shirts flapping in the breeze revealing tan abdominal muscles, zooming by on scooters at top speed. Bali boys, lovely. Bali girls wash their hands in the stone basin, plants growing down to the soap dispenser, tattoos along their arms, sacred geometry, silver rings. We’ve all risen through a fog to be here.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde