I’m writing this, sitting on the balcony, overlooking rice paddies in Ubud, Bali.
Talk about a room with a view! I could sit and look for days.
I’ve been staying at a yoga retreat for the last three days and I guess you could say I’ve nearly lost myself.
The sky, an impressionist blue, the air, so clean – I think I’m allergic.
I’m swept up in the moment and I can’t imagine a life outside of this.
Maybe it's the shininess of something new, but everything here just seems to call out to my soul.
Not a single day goes by without my coconut fix. The spirit of "coconutarianism" is alive and strong in me.
I spend the cooler part of the evenings going for motorcycle drives. I think I'm going to head out now, actually...