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One week, two islands, and eleven kindred spirits. Here’s a glimpse of our journey.
Top photo by Noelle Hilario
Here’s to the sun chasers. Barefoot, salty haired, driven by the tides of the ocean and sand grains. The ones who follow wherever the wild wind leads, stirring all that is outside of us and all that is within us. Never fighting it, never moving against it. Just smiling and flowing in delicious reverie.
Mermaids in their element.
Beautiful strangers in Uluwatu.
Entranced by rituals and incantations
We wander to the Golden Island. Our days are spent with the sun, sand, and sea. Hitting viewpoints that overlook the ocean gracing the island’s turquoise edge. All of us eight girls skinny dip on a secret beach as we laugh our swimsuits off. We float from one beach to the next and catch the last golden sunbeams as we surf quiet waves with the sun dipping into the silhouette of islands and mountains. There are no crowds, no traffic, no heaviness. Just people who are drawn to this island’s gravity, dancing, laughing, colliding with each other as the stars cover the night sky, unraveling the dust of the Milky Way.
Our hearts are here. And here is perfect.
Sliding through the calm.
“They pay no mind to the spectacle behind them. They pay no mind because to them, all things are great, all things are grand. What a life if we found the focal point everywhere, in everything, the miracle in the most mundane and the stunning in the simple.”
– Tyler Knott Gregson
Yoga on a hill by the sea. No walls, no confines.
“And there will be days when you simply want to run, to another land across a sweeping sea, under an entirely different burning sun. But here’s the thing about continents that we love down to our aching bones: we know the one that calls us back to unpack our luggage. We know which one is truly home.”
– Victoria Erickson
Adi at the edge of the island where her heart beats, thrives, and settles.
And the stars continue to shed its gold to feed our hungry souls.
As we wander blindly through ambiguity.
Because innately, our starving insides know.
There is no other place to go but everywhere.