"my pocohontas moment"
if my blog entries have been a little too bali-centric, that's only because i've recently fallen in love with this place. i'm a late bloomer. during my maiden trip to bali recently, i had a spa session at a villa in ubud. it was lovely. and it made me feel at one with nature. (but not as overwhelming as the 12-apostles effect *see earlier 12 apostles entry.)cheesy but true. the rose petaled flower bath was ready for me. the water was just a touch warm. and the oil scents mingled with the gentle breeze, teasing my freshly unbundled hair. oh oh...and the bathtub overlooked a timid brook. what more could i ask for?
as i stripped down to nothingness, ready to step into the luxurious body of water i looked across the brook only to see a little village boy looking back at me. our eyes met, as he looked over his shoulder while standing on a rocky spot in the middle of the stream. he too at that moment was taking a bath. i was tickled and sad all at once. the stark difference in realities separated by a mere what? 50 feet of space had some kind of humour to it. did i just have a pocohontas moment? i asked myself. it was surreal. in my pocohontas story though, i wasn't pocohontas. (i was the cameo ) life is FOS. it's funny that way. are we defined by how we take our baths?? hmmm so many layers around us.