The Doors

When yoga class wrapped up yesterday late morning, I was nudged out of my near-blissful state of savasana, collected my belongings, bid adieu to a few friends and turned on my cell phone to check for messages. Among the messages waiting in my inbox was one from Iluh (manager of my guesthouse). After an intro in Indonesian, it read: … we need your room, next one for make table offerings. Can we move your stuff because people comeIMG_2840 already for make table. We speak with you when you come.  I’m sorry Amit. Once the full impact of her message sunk in, it dawned on me that this marked the end of my stay at that guesthouse.

Sudden forced eviction. Not what I anticipated.

When I returned, I saw Iluh and called her over. I wanted to speak to Pak Ketut… right away. Just as I was about to launch into something that I might have regretted, I turned on mIMG_3286y heels and there, with the timing and prescience of an angel/apparition in disguise, stood my friend Monique. With a smile, she said: it looks like you need a hug.

We went upstairs and, after a brief meltdown, I began to pack. With Monique’s help, bless her… Not in a fury, but just with the knowledge that it was, irrefutably, irrevocably, time to go and that I was persona non grata.

Shortly after noon, we both acknowledged we hadn’t yet eaten, so we recessed for a much needed Bali Buda break (c/o their delivery boy), both feasting on gorgeous green salad topped with edible flowers, seeds and thin crackers.

Monique wisely reminded me of an irrefutable law of nature: when one door closes, another one simply must open.

Then the rains began, another in the series of unexpected but incessant torrential downpours that have punctuated the beginning of dry season. Much like the showers that accompanied the royal cremation just the week before, I took it as an auspicious sign.IMG_2841

Monique called a driver, and with ten minutes to go, we wrapped up the packing and brought a few things downstairs and outside. Still no sign of staff. But suddenly there was Ketut, appearing as if out of nowhere. We settled along the edge of the central bale (pavilion) where I simply let him speak.

Nyoman praying over holy water springs at Pak Hay’s in Lombok

He spoke of men in Denpasar, of Pak Hay in Lombok, of black magic, of medis and non-medis, of water in the bathroom, of Nyoman’s continuing sickness and trances, of needing to clear the room above theirs and create a space for offerings and meditation.

While Ketut spoke of his wife, his children, his staff, his stress, his headaches, his responsibilities,  and how bad he felt, Monique and Wayan lugged my bags to the car.

I leaned against the bale silently, listening, hearing what I already knew I would hear – and disbelieving a good part of what he said; but realizing that it no longer mattered.

When I turned to leave, Ketut offered his hand and, reluctantly I gave mine; we shook and he invited me back to visit (or stay in another room). I said goodbye, looked around and marveled at the yawning silence, the drawn shades, the emptied kitchen.

Which is how I took my wholly unceremonious leave of the Family and their staff with whom I had lived for nearly two years: Bapak Ketut, Ibu Nyoman, their sons Hendra and Udi (daughter Ubi and grandson Dede already back in Denpasar); Iluh, weary-looking Wayan, Kadek the girl who does the daily offerings, newlyweds Ngurah and Yuli, newcomer Putu and little pups Zero and Bella.

Bapak Ketut (and the late Darling)
Bapak Ketut (and the late Darling)
Ibu Nyoman and Dede aboard the Lombok-Bali ferry
Ngurah and Wayan in the temporary open-air kitchen
Ngurah and Wayan in the temporary open-air kitchen
Iluh makes breakfast
Iluh makes breakfast
Kadek takes a break from placing offerings around the compound
Kadek takes a break from placing offerings around the compound
Zero (with a smudge of Bella)
Zero (with a smudge of Bella)
Beautiful Bella
Beautiful Bella

Under overcast skies and a constant drizzle, Wayan drove to the other side of Ubud, up the hill, to a house overlooking the Campuhan ridge.


Sometimes, due to circumstances or a lapse of intuition and faith, we forget that life manifests challenges in packages not of our choosing… but if we are mindful, and if we surrender, we may be gifted with the sudden and much-needed presence of a friend together with an unobstructed view of sunrise – all of which remind us of The Doors that help balance out our lives.



      1. Thanks for grasping that quick, and seeing the divinity therein. Have also started a Facebook Page for my venture called ‘The Resplendent Soul’. We are facilitating spiritual & cultural immersion tours of India. Hope u will enjoy. Resplendence.Good to have your friendship

      2. I will check out your Facebook page then! I’m curious to see what you’re planning to offer on these tours… good luck!
        Why not check out my new FB page too… Healing Pilgrim. Will blog about it right here very soon… 😉

    1. Thanks dear Lottie..but I’ve had a pretty soft and supportive landing (albeit a temporary one) in a pretty heavenly ‘burb of town, with a view of Campuhan ridge, the sunrise and Gunung Agung! xx

  1. I am still trying to comprehend this story. The people I have believed to be so gracious but in the end they are set in what I conside weird beliefs but apparntly that is part of their religion of which I really know very little. I hope you have found a lovey place and from your writing I could not actaully know for sure. But I think that I do know that Lottie will put you up for if she offers a place to stay she surely is genuine in her offer. I hope all is okay for you in short order. With your chronic pain you surely do need the extra stress of finding a suitable place to live. Good luck.

    Regards, Yvonne

    1. Thanks Yvonne for your thoughtful and supportive words. Yes, Lottie offered (as have others), and for now I’m blessed to be where I am, will look for my next place in due time. The pain doesn’t make it easier, which is why I was SO grateful that my friend (and her driver) appeared just in time 😉 The journey continues…

      1. Thanks for the reply. Take good care. I do hope you will be in a nice place soon. I made some typos in the comment )the one to which you replied. So sorry to be so careless.

    1. Thanks very much. Yes, he certainly had a few things to say that one would only hear in Bali… oh so many stories to tell of life with The Family, and living amongst their ‘people’, as well as many travelers and tourists who stay(ed). Perhaps I’ll write more another day 😉

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s