Ubud, Bali, Indonesia;
“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” Charles Bukowski
I remember it so fondly, my little go to place: a natural spring beneath the rice fields, a river in all its grace; where two years ago I ran to, my mind then clear and bright, free from the confusion that now keeps me awake at night.
Coming back to Ubud and remembering days that passed, I hope will help me find some solace, some peace, myself again at last.
For Ubud, you know, means medicine, somewhere to heal and get back to best; and today I found my Ketut Liyer – she put my mind at rest.
A wonderful calming lady, she said her name was D, she took me in and listened, she helped to comfort me. She told me not to be so sad, to be happy and to wait; the universe has strange ways of delivering us our fate.
Releasing all my tears, I hugged D very tight, I told her thanks, tomorrow I’d return, and I walked off into the night.
Feeling slightly better with a smile upon my face, Ubud was just what I needed – my safe haven, my happy place.
Chasing Amy-Lou 