Today marks my second week in magical Bali. My senses are inundated with the colors, sounds and smells of my new reality. I find myself wide eyed and wandering, captivated by the colorful stream of humanity whirring by. Some days are marked by coffee, walking a few meters, a stop for coconut water, walking a few more meters and a stop to eat at a warung. Leaving my place around 7 am only to find it’s 6 pm and I have barely gone a few blocks. Other days I walk for miles and get lost in alleyways and beautiful shops, sit in gardens, visit temples and am in utter drunk disbelief of the terrain I have covered in one short day. (although my feet are total believers and question my sanity at doing it all in flip flops) 
Day by day this new reality sinks in a little deeper. I am here. I did this. I am currently doing this!! I cannot help but feel childlike. All my joyful urges online and ready to play. I am never more present or alive than when I am traveling in a new place. My soul feeds on all the sensory input hungry to satisfy my curiosity about this amazing planet and all the beautiful people! Each day the stress of a daily job ebbs. Each day a part of my physical body loosens. Each day a corner of my mind lights up. My sleep is amazing. My digestion is amazing. I am having more creative ideas. I feel grounded and whole and utterly at peace. I often find myself reflecting on the dichotomy of being lost in order to find oneself. Is it that I can no longer find myself in the life that I am supposed to be living or is it that in being lost I also lose the definitions of who I am supposed to be so I can just be…me. Pure unadulterated me. No boundaries and guidelines that I have to walk and manage. Yet, I still find myself creating structure and order. When I move into a new place I immediately put my things around. Journal and books by the bed, hang up the toiletry case, set out my herbs, line up my shoes. I find that I pick a good coffee shop and go there daily to start my day knitting or reading, usually having two cups. I establish bits of routine within a couple days and enjoy the simplicity and ease I find in the flow of it. These simple steps make me feel as though everywhere I go it is home and foreign. Lost and found. 
Confucius had it right, wherever you go there you are. Maybe we are meant to connect with new parts of ourselves in new places and when we do it adds to who we thought we were and the finding was not as much in the seeking as in the uncovering. I am in love with the continual uncovering of myself. I can’t wait to see what else this journey uncovers!
Lost and Found
It’s truly magnificent the paradoxical nature of what it means to find ourselves when taking ourselves out of the lives we created because that is what we thought we wanted. Lives so clouded by attachment, fear of judgement and of showing our true unaltered naked souls. So enamored by your ability to jump into the unknown journey only knowing that this is where your soul finds peace.