Chasing Amy-Lou

Ubud, Bali, Indonesia;

“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can” Charles Bukowski

I woke up early morning for yoga to ease my mind, my body needed bending, my thoughts pushed far behind. I took a forceful stretch or two and let my breath flow heavy, I caught a glimpse of my form, my posture strong and steady.

Feeling zen and chi, my relaxed chakras all in line, I opted for a day of sun to while away the time. That ball of fire shone bright today illuminating life, and I felt glad to be there in that moment, I felt free from all my strife.

Whether D had helped me to see the picture clear, or whether radiating light had made me grin from ear to ear. I don’t know what caused enlightenment I don’t know why I changed, my thought processes seemed straightened out, my mind had rearranged.

Don’t get me wrong I still would dwell on certain little things, but lying by my hostel pool I cherished what the day would bring. I read a book on Jimi Hendrix his story sad and blue, I took a dip in refreshing water its colour green in hue.

Several hours passed me by, I think I burnt my bum, but the redness wouldn’t last that long, soon a tan would come. Deciding to cease the baking I showered and then got changed and set off on a 3km walk to see my healer once again.

The tears they didn’t fall tonight, I guess I’d found some peace. D’s words of wisdom and tasty food my worries she did cease. We chatted for a short time, mainly about love, and how you can’t control the things that are sent to you from above.

She told me I had to be really strong to face what came my way, to manage my feelings and emotions, and take some time to pray. Now believe me when I say this, I’m no religious nut, but seeking spirituality gave me a big kick up the butt.

As the night grew ever darker I bid my host adieu, I didn’t want to get attacked again, those dogs were poised on cue. I should’ve taken a stick with me as a tiny little threat but luckily no dogs I saw and my cool and legs I kept.

I passed by a little cafe, 9 Angels it was called, I’d heard some good things about the space and entered awe enthralled. What I found though was not really my taste – a bunch of posh-knob hippies; the music was cool though and the tea was cheap, it was an opportunity to relax for a minute.

Drinking my tea and soaking up the night I left 9 Angels amused, I probably wouldn’t go back again the hippies just weren’t my groove. So off I trotted to a cheap warung and got myself a large beer, then I saw the evening out safe in bed, Jimi Hendrix in my ears.