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would like to thank everyone who e-mailed me their support
after reading my last blog entry. I came across a quote
that pretty much sums it all up, and as a bonus, it's far
more eloquent than I could ever write:
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our
lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those
who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have
chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with
a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with
us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with
us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate
not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us
the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who
cares.
- Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude
 Everyone
who has written me lately has proven Nouwen's words, and
for that, I am extremely grateful. And while we're on the
topic, I'd like to thank everyone for sharing this voyage
with me.
This adventure seems to be the result of a cumulation of
events, and my experiences with family and friends have
obviously played a huge role in me being where I am, doing
what I'm doing at this stage in life.
Here are a few photos from Bali. I don't really have any
anecdotes to go along with them, so I apologize! Other than
cheesy captions, I'll leave it up to your imagination to
interpret the splendor of Indonesia. As you'll see, Bali
is an island bursting (actually...overflowing) with the
colours, textures and sounds of life. It could not have
come at a better time.
 I
would like to once again give photo credit to Cody Reed,
a talented photographer who isn't afraid (like I am) to
really get into the action to get that memorable shot!
Selamat Minum, (Cheers!)
Clive
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Shanti,
dude!
Actually.. I'm getting mixed signals here, guys. |
Oooooo...
Silky! |
Ahhhh..
Soft! |
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Mmmmm..
Crunchy! |
Uuuugh...
Slimy! |
Let's
get this party started.. |
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D'votees
lined up for inspection
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Add
a dash of rice.. |
..and
enter the Temple
Slap on a sarong and sash and come right on in. Camera's
ready, prepared to flash. |
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A
Time for Reflection |
A
Time for Spirituality |
A
Time for Play
And one hell of a laundry hangover. |
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And
the band played on.. |
And
on and on.. |
The
Daily Ritual
Laying out a daily offering at every doorway, every
driveway, every shrine, and every shop entrance seems
to be a part of the Balinese way of life. |
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Your
typical driveway offering
For the gastronomic pleasure of any passing cats, dogs,
spirits or Gods. |
A
Decent Offering
Religious or not, perhaps a daily ritual is the secret
to slowing life down, breaking it into its basic elements,
and living a more fulfilling existence. Like your morning
Timmies double-double. |
Orthodonist's
Nightmare
Deep down inside, he's just a big softy. |
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The
Gilded Door
What lies beyond? Another door no less gilded than the
last. |
Sacred
Shade |
Sticks
like rice on white
A terrible waste of potential Arak (rice wine) |
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In
Chase of a Higher Place |
Just
before I got "all templed out" |
The
Beauty of Bali |
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Cak!
Cak! Cak!
The Kecak trance, as seen in the movie, "Baraka". |
The
Kecak Trance |
An
inefficient mode of travel
The Kecak Trance kicks in and things got weird. |
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Noble
Beast or just a mooch?
In any case, our offerings of Sun Chips and peanuts
were greedily snatched and scarfed. |
Fear
Not, My Bovine Friend!
Chances are, he won't end up on the dinner plate. |
Backcountry
Road
A typical Balinese country road. |
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The
Rice Fields
Coming to a forehead near you.. |
The
Artisan of Ubud |
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