Dance
These Things Happened!
Swaying palm tree gateway, sweet motorbike parking attendants with a warm welcome, a stunning, grassy, rambling location, chain smoking ticket takers (hehehe), an official heart hugger, more volunteers than seemed reasonable, Zebra Yoga Pants For Men (best paired with a Captain America headscarf), Leather Arm Bands For Women, sternum tattoos, white people with dreadlocks, Balinese people with dreadlocks, visible nipples, the dreaded food ticket conundrum, two dudes who vaguely resembled Fabio, two others who could pass for Anderson Cooper, Whitwell Wisdom, Paradise Energy, Prem, Global Healing Chants, playtime in the pool area, West African Dance Bliss.
Dispatches From Arma 2.0
After the national nightmare that was a virgin mojito, George was pleased to be sipping actual alcohol, in the form of a tasty margarita, on what amounted to multi-culti night at the Arma. Not just the crowd, which was more robust, wild, and ready to party than the night before and peppered with folks from at least a dozen countries. Last night was multi-culti night because of the headliners.
Ecstasy ~ The Bali Spirit Kind!
So here it is…the climax of Festival Day one and I, Cathy, Yoga Barn’s Ecstatic Dance facilitator & self confessed movement/dance/yoga junkie am, yup, you guessed it … ecstatically satiated!!
Hallelujah!
What a ride!
You may think that, being my day-to-day practice, ecstasy comes easily, but it is actually something that I work very hard at. It comes to me in the moment that my mind, body & spirit unite, & at Bali Spirit 2011 it seems that every detail of the Festival is conspiring to bring us all to that peak of ecstatic union.
