Passion bearing fruit
I am back in Ubud. Ubud is back in me.
This time is different though. This time I am staying.
At least long enough to know, where to go from here.
And so it is, when I am picking fresh passion fruits from the garden of the house where I am staying, gazing out on the rice fields and the sun hits my face, that I realize:
I have envisioned this so many times. I have longed for this.
And here I am.
Waking up to the sounds of nature, in a beautiful space where I make my coffee in the morning and the neighbor’s dog comes over for a cuddle, as I sit and reflect on all the experiences and encounters that encircle my life…
How the dots connect and how, if painted by numbers, a beautiful picture appear.
And I can only smile, because it’s still early.
And I have a lot to do.