Laura’s Blog

When we arrived at the airport, several of us needed to use the facilities. When I went to the bathroom, it was empty. There was no toilet paper left in my stall (though there was a toilet paper dispenser), so I used the handy-dandy water sprayer next to the toilet that is found in every […]

Evelyn has been the most wonderful co-facilitator, roommate and buddy. Thanks for sharing this adventure and your prayerful ways, always honoring the sacred…

This was our final prompt in our last writing class. Here’s my response to the prompt: SINCE I’VE COME TO BALI Since I’ve come to Bali, I’ve seen twenty strangers become a community. I’ve seen monkeys by the side of the road, oranges that are green, perfect orange papayas on my plate, and ten desserts

Yesterday, at our all final group meeting, we each expressed our gratitude for something we personally gained from the land, the people and the culture of Bali—and from being part of our traveling community. Then we turned and said our thank you to the land. Last night after dinner, the children of Munduk did a

Balinese dance class at our hotel. One of the things I love about Puri Lumbung is that it’s also a center for community activities–like this dance class. What a sweet thing to watch on our last afternoon. And here’s the boys:

I will miss the daily reverence of this culture. Photos by Marsha Morgan.

I read this poem as today’s first writing prompt in our afternoon writing class. The prompt was to use the repeating line: “I’m no longer waiting for…” Advent of Midlife I am no longer waiting for A special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days. I am no longer waiting for The house

If you have to depend on Bali trail signage to find your way, you’re definitely heading into sketchy territory. Check out all the pictures and captions. Uh…which way do I go? But luckily we have a guide, two guides actually. Surya and Ketut. Finally, five turns later, another sign: “Waterfull.” Arrow to the left This

Photo by Sarah Perkins. Photo by Sarah Perkins. And here’s the coffee beans growing just a few feet up the trail. Photo by Marsha Morgan.

There’s a bit of stomach upset running through our some members of our group. When I asked at the hotel desk what the locals do for the runs, they said “coconut water.” When I passed that news on, Evelyn went to order some coconut water for Pat. The waiter said, “I’ll climb up a tree

We’re in the last two days of our Bali trip. settled in at my favorite spot: Munduk. There are many stories and images I have wanted to share with you, the Wi-Fi here does not accommodate uploading very much. I have one post I’ve been trying to upload for two days! For those of you

I saw rice grains hanging from a rose apple tree. I asked Surya, “Is it a rice offering?” He said, “No, it means, ‘This is our fruit. Don’t pick it.” Keep out, Balinese style. The protected fruit.