Where’s Wayan?

I went to Warung Sopa yesterday for a mixed plate of fresh veggie salads. I asked for Wayan (pronounced why-UN), … More

The Lower East Side

It’s a Sunday morning. I’m not in Manhattan. And yet, I strolled through the Lower East Side as I often … More

Double Vision

Is my eyesight failing me? Or is seeing double just part of the adventure of living on this island? I’ve … More

Please, Take a Seat

I didn’t see it coming. After a year’s absence from a yoga studio I used to go to regularly, I … More

A Sun-Shiny Day

Two years ago today, I arrived in Bali, flagged down a taxi at Ngurah Rai Airport and handed the driver … More

Wispy Things

Once in awhile, when I turn off the well-worn, beaten main road and head down the path towards the rice … More

The Sweep Cycle

Amidst the handful of sounds rising with the dawn – roosters, dogs, bikes, metal shutters – lies one so unique, … More

When Cultures Collide

Ubud is much more than a confluence of two significant rivers that historically joined together to create the town named … More

The Shortest Memory in the World

I must have the shortest memory in the world.* Somewhere in between the time I go to sleep until I … More

The Freedom to Float

A few days ago, in the midst of a morning meditation with friends J & N, this vision appeared to … More