The Joy of My Simple Writers Life in Amed, Bali

Dear Friend,

I woke up later today and the sun was blinding too soon. My morning womb was missed and I plunged straight into the heat of the living day. I’ve moved to the quiet part of town were the loudest noises I hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze. Even the roosters are distant out here.

I’m staying in a simple bungalow that serves me perfectly with one exception. I’m sorely missing a writing desk. I’ve pull the wicker chair up to the provided table but my legs do no slide underneath and so I am cramped and curled. I’ve escaped to the cafe to utilize their desk like tables and I’ve taken to work in bedd with the laptop on my legs. Neither are ideal as the cafe is too noisy and the bed is too lazy.

The siesta life is taking over my body. My heart longs for respite from the hot sun burning my skin any chance it gets. I’m scurrying like a mouse from shady spot to shady spot and counting the hours until dusk. I suspect this desire for darkness is the consequence of my inward turning mind and soul. I’m in deep reflection mode, artist retreat, writer lifestyle, monk mode right now…looking inside myself for the answers to the questions I’m asking about this novel I’m sketching out on paper and screen.

Thank the stars for my returned motivation to workout and practice yoga. My body really has been screaming for more movement and a regular block of time to push itself to limits that are not connected to creative projects.

The birds are always singing here. I have two giant red dragonfruits in the refrigerator wondering when I’ll eat them. My cacao paste supply is dwindling and I’m crossing my fingers that the local shop will replenish their stock so I can replenish mine. Cacao is my medicine of choice this month. I’m drinking it morning and night to accompany my writing practice. in the morning I sip it while journaling. In the evening I sip it while writing fantasy fiction. This chocolate beverage enters my bloodstream and my heart chakras open up. Within twenty minutes, I’m having creative breakthroughs, seeing colorful imaginations, tapping into emotions that had been neatly tucked away, and sensing the muscles in my chest tensing with compassion for the faces I look upon.

If you’ve been attending my online yoga classes (for studio members or on YouTube), I’m so grateful to see you showing up. The regularity has allowed us to dive deeper into the subjects we’re exploring. This week we’ve been looking at yoga poses you can do in bed before falling asleep. I love how honest our conversations are in these interactive livestreams. I continue to be inspired by the messages I receive from fans and students. People have always inspired me to keep going.

Speaking of which, I must keep going now on the writing of this novel. I’ve given myself hours of lunchtime to practice yoga and eat quinoa, sweet potato wedges and green juice. Now…now it is time to get naked and find some words to tell a story that is literally inside my heart and needs to work its way to the surface and somehow magically transform into ink on paper. Let’s go!

Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde