It just happens that when you put your mind and heart to it and share it with the world, well… it happens. On a soundtrack of Gregoire, on a rainy night on the frangipani streets of Ubud, I meet the person who becomes one of my closest friends and my inspiration. Bali could just be the most magical place on earth in terms of spiritual alignments. I will forever treasure this hourly time I’m spending in his company. Set to empower kids in Cambodia and give them the means to make their dreams come true, he speaks the language of my soul and asks me the proper questions. With every word, he creates the space for my thoughts and fears to dance their way out.
Him on Bali teaches me the ultimate lesson: things do not have to be complicated between people. Mind games, the inadequacy of not being able to say “I love you”, the constant need for others to pass tests, to embark on a hero journey, to be worthy of my attention and mould on my beyond-this-world standards… foam, dust in the wind. Effortless, I am. And I am enough. Gratitude becomes cellular once I embrace the newly discovered self-love.
On Bali I discover there is a wonderful version of myself that I want to become: it is the one who loves and accepts herself for what she is now, in this very moment.