Bali Healing 

Melbourne, New Moon march 20, 2015 whilst in the northern hemisphere that same time there was a solar eclipse, I helped mum move out of the family home after finding her a new place. It sold due to her courageous decision to end the past few painful and lonely years. Even then some of her friends said, At your age? This is when you need companionship. And some of my friends said, Travel with your mum? Like she’s your girlfriend, isn’t that weird? 

2 weeks later I’m sitting under a partial eclipse of the moon, in Bali, with my mother, her first ever real holiday, massages and fresh juices and looking better than she has in years…  

Backtrack to January, I had been living on Paros for 6 months an idealic Greek island when mum called and asked me to help her leave her husband. A year earlier Easter Sunday, I’d packed my suitcase, sold my meagre possessions and fled the city; for yoga, and love, and travel and a fresh start somewhere eventually…  

On the island I learnt to live on almost nothing. Massaging and teaching a little to buy groceries and pay bills. But on the way to the grocer I’d chat sometimes for an hour with a few locals, who’d offer assistance with anything I needed…  Borrowed a bike, free hall hire first month to teach. Lots of free sweets with my spanakopita! Then the cold wind came, and the snow, and the damp. And space, beauty, time, friendships. As a back drop for emotional turmoil it was surreal. A poet who lived there for many years wrote

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am Free… Kazantzakis 

On the island I understood, well atleast felt the difference between aloneness and loneliness. Being alone gives an opportunity for something new. Like kids getting bored. Loneliness can be felt in a crowd… The connection with a handful of real people left it’s mark on me. Along with the remarkable beauty and light that artists come from all over the world to witness and represent in their own way. 

Here in Ubud Bali now, (spirit festival in full swing) where the young locals want to be like the tourists. And the tourists want to be like the locals. Where the Hindu Balinese people (most) practice TRUE Yoga. That of devotion, gratitude offerings, community spirit. Where nursing homes and child care centres are unknown, and patience, bright smiles and respect are normal. 

And the foreigners come, (most) with their near naked athletic bodies and skin art, riding their scooters like bats out of hell to the next latte or yoga class. I didn’t say this, a local Taksi driver did, apologetically. There’s no way he could put his foot behind his head like most of the young yogis strive for, but he can look me in the eye and say hello. And smile… Simply. I’m embarrassed and do not tell him what I do.  

Below pic we are waiting to see a healer. The taxi driver who picked us up from a friends house-warming ceremony mentioned this healer, and we dropped in. It was a religious day, holiday in Bali, one of many, and the taxi driver wanted to show us where the healer lived so we could visit the next day. But again, good timing he was accepting clients! It turned out he was the one made famous by the movie, eat pray love, and usually there was a queue and long wait. He saw us almost immediately after shouting at an American woman in lullulemon pants and thick make-up, that she will never have children due to her hormonal problems and a polluted body caused by a bad habits. The woman left in tears…

He told mum, (within 15 seconds of touching her face) who has dementia running in her family and does forget and repeat herself a little, that, “…you have bad memory” I said, …”yes, I told you that. Bad memories or, a Bad memory? ” He agreed… Hmm? Maybe bad memories and a bad memory are the same somehow.

In yoga we learn through experience that whatever exists in the body manifests in the mind, and vise versa. You can make yourself sick with worry, for example. This whole experience has been a brick in my stomach. Laying infront of a tv on anti depressants, eating processed food, without hope would turn this hardness into dis-ease. I know.  

The healer said alot, but for mum to be creative and find passion was the bottom line. This may save her…

Dementia has become the 2nd biggest killer after heart disease in Australia. Drugged up in a nursing home is not an option fortunately right now for us…

Look at your friends and loved ones in the eyes and ask them truly, how they are.  Listen.  

      The truth will set you free. 

I love my mum  : ) 

Although I never asked for it the healer looked at me too. After prodding poking and saying, everything good. He drew a triangular shape in the air and then passed two fingers through it with force and smiled knowingly. He must of noticed my confusion because he did it again, and a third time.

The triangle comes up a lot everywhere from Pythagoras to the holy trinity to my favourite yoga pose. I don’t know. But Bali is truly a healing experience…

  

  

3 thoughts on “Bali Healing 

  1. Oh Tass, that’s a lovely story. I’m really happy that Litsa made such an important decision and you were there to help her. If you have people to support who you are, you are never alone. Good work man. X

  2. Hey brother! Thank you for sharing your beautiful perspective, I can relate to your devotion to your mother…. life….the creator. Enjoy every moment and let your “free flowing” love be freely expressed it keeps us youthful. We all miss you here on Paros and the summer is bound to be just around the corner….. We hope.

  3. A sincere post straight from the void. Your writing is deeper and reflects a change in you that I cannot describe in words. Peace brother.

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