I arrived yesterday evening in Ubud. I'll be spending the next 15 days in a combination of both art and spiritual retreat. I'm excited about what this opportunity to immerse myself in another country might bring to my being and how that might be expressed in my makings.
The sounds here are at once familiar and foreign. Travelling alone, you really understand how the quality of silence changes. I am silent mostly. Sitting here with my coffee, typing away on this post and chatting with my partner who is back in NYC, I am quiet. But the world around me is not. I hear the roosters crowing, the insects and other birds. Far in the distance I hear the sound of motors (scooters I think). This morning around 5.30 am I heard chanting as someone honored spirit. So while I am silent the world is not.
