Bali Feels Magical.

Written by Bessie about Indonesia. Feelin' happy
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Daily Offerings in Ubud, Bali

The wind blows in Ubud, tickling the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. It feels magical.

Emerald green rice fields sway as if dancing and stand shining in the sun. The sounds of percussion instruments float from Hindu temples. Intricately carved animal-gods greet us from around hidden corners. Down a narrow brick path a young boy smiles at me and gestures to his red kite flying high in the sky. We're smiling. Everyone is smiling.

Women walk through the streets with baskets of offerings on their heads. They move gracefully distributing small woven plates made from coconut leaves. They hold grains of rice and flower petals for good luck. You walk down the street carefully, so as not to disturb the small piles of offerings in front of every home and business.

We walk each morning down a street lined with restaurants and businesses to our yoga class. Behind many of these shops are rice fields, and they surrounding the town like a moat. These small water-filled plots of land seem arranged at random like green crayons in a box: some tall, some short, some dark, some light. I want to run through them, grazing the tops of the feathery plants with my fingers.

A volcano rests in the distance, and clouds gather around. They linger as if taking it all in. Perhaps they feel the magic and want to settle here too. It's a nice place to call home for a while.

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