Tag Archive: Letting go

An invitation

There was no knocking on heaven’s door It was wide open And there was no need for introduction We had known each other From before We shared our gifts, and there was food… Continue reading

Stranded in Singapore

I am in Singapore on a so called ‘visa run’ from Indonesia. That is, my 30 days were up and I had to leave the country, only to return for another 30 days.… Continue reading

On the other side of fear

I am cruising down the roads of Bali on a a scooter. In the periphery of my eyes: rice fields and palm tree-fringed landscapes, distant temples, street food warungs, a continuous flow of… Continue reading

The sunrise doesn’t care

The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it. Gene Amole  

Change of career, not of heart

I am at the early stages of changing career. At the same time, I’ve been doing it all along. I have always been kind and caring, social and service-minded. Whether I was scanning… Continue reading

The Ubud effect keeps giving

The Ubud effect keeps giving. I find myself running into the same people, and presented with the same kinds of deep conversations, in the same kind of raw food restaurants. Everything is different,… Continue reading

The Ubud effect

The Ubud effect started already on the flight from Colombo. I ended up next to a Sri Lankan-Australian woman who was on her way to Bali for the first time. She had no… Continue reading

Why I am here

I am back in Colombo, at the Gallery Cafe, a perfect oasis from the hustle and bustle outside.  Here, I can catch up with myself and my intentions. I have just come back from… Continue reading

The greater plan

We had a plan. We were in it together. Until I made other plans. The decision had been growing like a storm in my head for weeks, maybe longer. A whisper that had… Continue reading

Familiar feelings

I wake up without an alarm, in my childhood room. I can’t remember when I last slept a full night. Still I feel slow. Still sad. My mother comes sit at my bedside… Continue reading