This last month I disappeared from life as I typically know it to celebrate a big anniversary with my husband across the planet and South a little. We just returned from Bali, Indonesia, a couple of days ago, and I’m still waiting for all my brain cells to arrive.
I spent Thanksgiving feasting on babek (Balinese duck, which takes 24 hours to prepare) and American-style turkey with Balinese and American friends. I missed Black Friday, but Saturday was pretty blacked out on planes airports. This year holiday mania hasn’t seized me yet, and I hope to keep it that way.
I’ll be sharing more about my ongoing involvements in Bali in the coming days, but now I feel compelled to notice this dramatic transition. From full sun and saturating warmth to full moon and winter chill.
There’s beauty in both. As much as I love summer, the dramatic change from fall to winter nurtures my inner oasis and the longing of my introvert to be finally heard. So moving from vivid color and full sun to the nuanced shadows of full moon reflects perfectly my soul’s longing.
As much as I savored the magic of Bali (and I do mean magic.), it feels right to return to this deepening season of moving within. More than right. As the days shorten and the nights lengthen, there is such deep peace in finding the whisperings of inner direction during this season of preparation and longing.
How about you? What is your longing? What are your hopes? This is the season to go deep and discover what you find. Let it incubate or share it with others, right here or elsewhere in your world.
