"Whether we were meeting retired journalists on the Campuhan trail or splashing in an river like two wild woman, Franzi constantly taught me a new way to open my eyes to the world."
"I knew it was food poisoning after the third round of hunching over the toilet and holding back my own hair. The only other soul in my apartment was a giant lizard. Every time I finished vomiting, I always looked up to see him staring at me, his grey eyes flickering. I wanted my mom."
Ubud (II): Fireflies
"'Well, here we go,' I thought, gingerly swinging my legs over the seat, trying to balance backpack and camera as I worried about flashing the old shopkeeper who watched the entire predicament with glee."
Specters in the Mist
"All the seemingly tangled threads of my weeks in Bali were finally weaving together in harmony. "
What Happened In Bali
"Where the river of the soul meets the rain of the Universe"
"Who are we? I dream... The molecules, briefly whispering in, then streaming out into the pool of Divinity."
"In these insecure days, each and every of those beginning classes felt like I was jumping out of an airplane, never sure if my parachute was there until I pulled the tab and made my shaky descent."
Ubud (I): A Backwards Memory
"The careful stitches over an obsessive relationship with exercise were being pulled out, one by one. Fearfully I set my jaw and pushed onwards, becoming a whirlwind of anxiety separate from the world progressing so beautifully around me."