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the good samaritan

11/23/2015

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​While walking the streets of Bali, looking for little gifts for the people nearest and dearest in my life, I got lost. I walked and at every ten feet someone asked me if I wanted a taxi, today or how about tomorrow, I demurred and brought my hands in a gesture of greeting and thank you but no thankyou in this part of the world. I was kicking myself that I had not had a driver take me to the best shops and quickest solution. Shopping is not my favorite thing, and being constantly, mentally, interrupted causes my Highly Sensitive Intuitive Empathic self to over load. Soon I could not make my mind up on a single thing. I thought of an ice cream to give myself time to pause, but I did not want it.
I walked blindly through the hot, roughly paved narrow streets. My body was overheating and my mind as well. What was meant as a quick and dirty trip to satisfy my loved ones, I really was in Bali and I really did think of them and love them deeply, turned into an ordeal of witnessing and feeling the terrible need of others.

The need for self-respect in work, the need for money to feed their families, the need to satisfy the invisible bosses that some of these individuals work for. The need to communicate their gifts, their hearts, and many despairs.
I walked by a woman, making no such efforts, she was young, slouched almost laying in a doorway, skinny and dirty. There was no hope in her eyes, no response to stimulus of rich foreigner walking by. I could see her young son of 3 or 4 pleading with her, cajoling her to do something, anything. His language I could not understand, but his hand gestures and face and body posture, was pleading.  I walked by.

I registered so much in that moment that it threw me off balance, I forgot who I was and what I was doing there. My heart asked should I find food, should I give money, and what do you want of me God and Holy Helpers? I went to get Indonesian currency, since I had little right then, when I tried to find my way back to her and her son, I never found them.

There were many of her people near her and her son, I reasoned, surely someone will do the right thing. No matter if she is mentally ill or an addict or whatever, surely someone in her community loves her and wants to help. At least someone will care for that beautiful child? How many of us pass our neighbor by hoping that the responsibility is another’s, not ours who witnesses it.

But It is ours to do. We cannot collapse ourselves away from the suffering of others. We can begin to alleviate each other’s suffering one by one. We can start right where we are, in our homes, in our communities, in our larger context of others, wherever our heart directs us and finds us.

Recent research has shown that the brain is also in the heart. The cells that form the heart are neurites and self-organize and indeed think and feel. Since it is almost Thanksgiving and a time for Gratitude and sharing, be sure to listen to your heart brain and respond to those in need where you can.

Be the Good Samaritan, not passing by, but giving a helping hand, a smile, a blanket, a song, anything that you are moved to do. Act Now, you may never pass that way again.
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With love and light, from Bali,
satchi
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triple baptism

11/22/2015

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One of the first excursions we took upon arrival in Bali was to a holy water fountain. We waited in sarongs in long lines for entrance to the water, then a snake like formation up to our chests in water as each person took their opportunity to wash away cares, worries, sins, and other things no longer needed.

I think we waited several eternities to get to the founts and then another to come out of the water and enter the final place to be blessed.

I had little preparation or information of what to expect, what to prepare for and how to comport oneself. We were thoroughly drenched by the time we were finished, I shivered in the 90 degree heat, so much of my core was chilled. I did not feel any different from that experience, except there was a moment I was in the water with every kind of humanity, old and the very young, that I felt an overwhelming sadness and compassion for our mutual plight. We literally were all in the same soup.

What was it about our journey in our human forms that made us feel so bereft and unworthy of mercy and forgiveness? The Balinese have a story of good rice and bad rice, good rice is humble and bad rice proud. Was our drenching of ourselves our way of subjecting our egos to be bathed in humility?

I still don’t know. Yesterday, I was drenched in a big ocean wave at sandy white beach, today I was drenched by a young Balinese Priestess. I still feel like me, I still don’t know what it was about.

But I still submit because I would be good rice if possible.
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With love and light,
From Bali
Satchi
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starting over

11/16/2015

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There is a terrible feeling sometimes when you have invested a lot of your life in a particular job or marriage or project, be it book, business, or other, and you must call it and put it aside. Sometimes it comes as a surprise and other times, it is just a slow dwindling of enjoyment, affection or interest in continuing. it takes courage and awareness, to start over.

Very much like the little baby, who coos, then starts to form words, then yells like hell when she doesn’t get what she wants, and learns to roll over, crawl, walk and eventually run, if things are going along in the natural progression. But proceeding that elementary mastery, comes many false starts and epic fails.

We adults are not so forgiving of false starts and epic fails. We want someone to blame, we want something else to mitigate our own missteps or outgrown adventures. Setting all that aside life generally forces us to begin again, whether it is a spouse’s betrayal, a failed business venture, or any other of the myriad of things that can go wonky. We must begin in the place we find ourselves, with the attitude of I don’t know and I don’t know if I ever did...

The Buddhist’s have a term for this as beginners mind... We must be beginners continually to receive new inspiration and knowledge and to keep alert and awake.

I remember after a year of great loss and grief, I woke up one morning and realized my body was in trouble due to unprocessed grief and too long away from my yoga practice mat. I had spent several months off and on caring for a dying friend. Until she crossed over. At my father’s bedside as he passed on. With my daughter’s best friend who died in a car accident, my daughter survived. At the celebration of life for my other girlfriend who passed the same day as the one I was caring for. And the year was not yet over. November dawned and I got out of bed and realized I was gonna be on Gods short list if I did not do something quick. I asked God for a convenient yoga studio, where I did not have to spend a lot of time in travel and with great kick ass instruction.

Lo and behold I found one right around the corner from my local market. I decided to go every day until I started to feel better and had a new practice under my belt. The first class I went to was sweet and I felt very proud of how limber I was still, even under the circumstances. However, the second one I went to the next day was with Sofia Diaz, and I remember being so disoriented with what I thought I knew about yoga and yoga practice, I could not believe it. I was sore the next day and I remember telling my husband, the nerve of that woman, the minute I meet her, I am meeting my limitations, or something of that gist, but less enlightened.

I felt so much of my stuffed emotional energy in her class, I was hooked, and knew she had the doorway for me.. But I cried for the first six months in every class, small asana or otherwise. I remember one particular class where all that was asked was an open chi position with arms outstretched and heart open and knees slightly bent. My heart cracked open and I began to cry and cry and cry and cry, all the grief finally broke free from my heart and I was home again in my body.

I studied with that woman for approximately 9 years, even opened a studio, to better facilitate her work and the practice of others as well. If I had not been available to beginners mind, I would not have made that connection which was to influence me for years to come. I was willing to relearn everything I thought I knew about yoga and studied deeply the insights of many other lineages as well. The yoga that I did at that time prepared me in so many ways for the challenges yet to come in life. I thought I had been in the heat of transformation prior to that. It was nothing compared to what the next few years brought to my door.

Today I am sitting in Bali, feeling that same exasperation, not about yoga and my body, but about writing and that beginner mind necessity as I squirm in the heat, literal and figurative, of transformation.

The daily yoga is where I go to reconstitute myself, and so much relief to find myself on my mat. As I wrote these words a white butterfly landed on my screen, and semut, Balinese for large black ant ran around my legs. Even nature had its way of communicating, yes that’s the spirit, back on the proverbial horse, there is more Grace availed when you show up, hat in hand or otherwise.

Beginners mind is truth telling, a willingness to be innocent and receptive. Take small turtle steps says Martha Beck and her cohorts. So, I offer this in true transparency, I am a beginning book writer, I am a better essayist, but have to grow beyond myself and tell the bigger stories, which require a new discipline and a new beginner mind and authorship.

Happy Reading and Writing Everybody! Don’t be afraid to start over! Whatever it is, remember, we are Powerful Spiritual Beings having a human experience, have as many as you please and add the learning to your tool belt, so you have more to offer those that find you, and those that you love and those that love you back.
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Love and Light,
Satchi 
Bali



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open door

11/14/2015

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I am sitting in Bali at a writers retreat. I hear distressing news about bombings in France and Lebanon, as well as the usual inhumanity to man that happens on an all too common basis. Once again I am struck with grief, and bewilderment, at how these horrible acts could ever be committed by someone that had a mother and a father and a sister or a brother, a friend or a child. Which is all of us, any of us that fit in one or more of those categories. 

For a moment I feel weak and defeat. I wonder what anyone can do about this, how to conduct oneself to be a help not a harm. And then I hear about Porte Ouverte! How the people not immediately in harm’s way offer sanctuary though social media, and make community instead of collapse into fear.

Yes. Yes Yes, that’s it... Open our doors, invite with love, refuse to give in to the darkness! Trust something bigger! Our Blood Beating Hearts!

Reminds me of the story of the Danish People putting the Star of David on all of their shirts, foiling the Nazi’s attempt at division, and self-preservation, the lowest of human instincts. When we refuse to recoil in fear, we rob the Evil of its intended target, our hearts, mind and bodies. We say Yes to love,

To community, NO to hate and isolation. We create both literal and metaphorical Sanctuary, a sacred space for love, a sacred space to heal, a safe place to lay down our burdens and grief. Someday soon, these kinds of acts will be unthinkable. Someday soon, all will awaken to the fact that every act of harm to another only bounces back to the one harming.   Someone once told me that a scar heals stronger than the skin around it, from the very necessity of the original hurt. We will come through this dark day and the days to come, stronger and more determined and resilient than ever before.

Open Door! Porte Ouverte! Our Hearts Minds and Bodies are depending on it! 

With love and light,
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Satchi
Bali
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bali for tech dummies

11/9/2015

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Hey kids! Big Bali Hai here!

Been writing a book here and having quite an experience. The setting is awesome; the people are great. Other than too little air conditioning in my room, all is well. However, yesterday I sat down to write some serious pages, my goal was 6,000 words! I reasoned that at that pace I may actually have something we call a shiitty first draft before it is time to go home.

Bali is the Eat Pray Love capitol and if you can’t write a book here, get a freakin day job peeps!

The Balinese are constantly tending to the spirit of things, with offerings, the beauty of which can make you cry. Even a little grain or two of rice for the creepy crawlers, ants, or Balinese, semut.

So, sorry to digress. But sitting in my room at the laptop, I felt the descent of the muse. I got excited and starting typing away. Then strange things started to happen. Now let me tell you in the interest of full transparency, I am no tech geek! In fact, I am somewhat geek challenged. My geek husband says, if it’s unbreakable, I can break it. He even thought companies should hire me to work out the kinks in their programs and hardware before release.  In the past I would say help, this thing is not doing what I want, he would come and take a look, and say, “how did you get there?” And things like, “I have never seen that problem or screen in my life!”

That is just scratching the surface, since I kill electronics and cause them to be wonky, due to my overabundance of electricity in my body. So speaking of Surface, that is my new laptop! I love it! Everything about it, makes me happy…I embarked on this journey with it, but had no time for tutorials, so I am continually discovering cool new functions. Which is fine, when you want to mess around. Not when you have a goal of 6,000 words a day and the curser for back spacing starts randomly erasing the words just typed on the page. Or because of the cloud the document you just labored over disappears while saving and you can’t see it or find it anymore. NOBODY UNDERSTSANDS THE CLOUD! 

See, right there, Surfy, my name for the laptop, just paused me, thinking I am making a capital mistake!

So I lose my first few pages, of course, me thinking, brilliant construction Ah I declare! NOOOO! Bring it back Angels! Stop it! I thought you wanted me to write this stuff down! Help! I start to cry and look skyward. Now I am afraid of my tool. What if it doesn’t like what I am writing.  Ala Hal in 2001! I sit back and decide to negotiate with electronic bosses.
Please I say, I will start to learn your brilliant ways of helping me, but I need you to dumb it down a bit, until I catch up. I simply want to type. No fancy stuff, I don’t even care about spelling just now. What do you know…things settle down and I begin again with writing my book? 2,000 plus words later the battery is getting low, my legs feel like lead and I want snacks and water and a walk.

When I come back, the little darling is all charged up and ready to go…Only now, she has activated new features…I know, scary right? Cortana has appeared and starts asking me to ask her anything. When I ask her how she get turned on, she says I have no information on that right now, ask me anything.
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Satchi
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When things blow up! ashes to ashes

11/5/2015

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Sitting in an airport hotel, a nice one, navigating my last five hours of flight to Bali, and Denpasar airport. I am held over in Seoul, or SOUL due to a volcanic eruption in Indonesia. 

The writer’s retreat I am attending has been thrown into adventures galore, as the participants all have challenging experiences getting there.  As writers, it is just more stories or grist for our mills.. But as humans 
We don’t relish interruption and delays in our human made plans. Fear creeps in, doubt, self-doubt, all kinds of thought creatures try to make their home in us. Martha Beck uses the expression, “I did not see that coming,” 

A moment of humility comes to us, and we are forced to navigate with surrender as well as desire for an outcome.
 
When you suffer sudden loss, or change of any kind, it is human nature to reject reality and want something different. It is hard to look at the ‘what is” and accept that too, as the Divine Plan.   

I slept fitfully, not only because of jet lag, but because strangely, the clock did not seem to advance, and everything became slow and deliberate, and I had to look at several devices to prove to myself that the clock was not lying!
 

I heard the song, as I awoke at 3:30am, Into the Woods, outa the Woods. I considered what that message was about from the Great GCB (great cosmic being). I decided, I would arrive today in Bali, and that I really wanted to see it! I decided to play along with reality and see what I could do about shifting it along the generous lines of Heavenly perfection. Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be, the futures not ours to see, Que sera, sera. 
 

So, when navigating uncertainty and changes, or sudden loss, be kind to oneself, go slowly, make time your ally, and trust that, in truth, we are all just tourists, traveling this Holy pace called Earth, all with temporary visas, of differing supposed lengths. As in the legendary exchange between Eckhart Tolle and the Great Teacher Krishnamurti, “Eckhart, have you discovered my secret?” “I am OK with whatever is. 

ME TOO! 

Wishing you the best of all worlds, 
From seoul, to soul, 

Satchi


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