Dear Reality,Amy here. I Haven’t wanted to speak with you, nor have I given the mere acknowledgment of your presence. You’ve been kind and patient with my aloof behavior and for that I give you great thanks. I’ll admit you exist.

Here I am, willing to be inundated with both the qualms and joys you have to offer back here on planet earth. Thank you for leaving me alone for the past month… your so kind when you want to be. Bali bliss. I tried to choose an array of photos that captured my time in it’s essence. Flipping through the thousands taken was a needed closure… thankfully I was left alone in my self pity to shed my tears of longing pain. It was good though, a solid cry is a rare occurrence, and I was happy to give the salty drops to Bali. The time spent with my love in such a beautiful place was, in it’s truest definition, perfect. Peaceful island traveling. quiet sunsets. sweet smells of coconut oil cooking. incensed alters. offerings of thanks (3x’s a day). motor bike exploring. waterfall hunting. local jam sessions. monsoon rains. unrealistic humidity. sheer sheet sleeps. rice fields. temples. dear friends. art. writing. reading. reflection, relaxation and realization. What more could one want? I woke with the sun every morning and most nights I also went down with it (mentally at least). I’ve never fallen in love so deep with a people and a way of life as I did the Balinese… I haven’t found a suiting “word” yet, but I can come close by describing the general characteristic as both profoundly uplifting and wisely still. Wisdom for in the moment living and daily appreciation follow you with each step… it happens without even knowing it… in my mind, Bali’s greatest gift to all it’s visitors.

morning markets…

textures for the senses…

my next two painting subjects…

what I wore everyday: a headscarf and anything that didn’t touch my skin. T-shirt dresses and oversized linen button ups. I only brought 1 carry-on backpack and still didn’t use half of my belongings. So proud in fact that bruises on my back still remain from the heavy “self pats”.

your first lesson in Balinese, the rightful title of this post… “Sin ken ken” means “No worries.”On another note:Our dearest loveliest following friends,Alex and I came across the most incredible giveaway yesterday while perusing the streets of SF. I’m already turning greedy and thinking of all the ways I could wear it (and while Alex is both giving and kind, I know she shares similar thoughts). It will soon belong to one of you… so, get a head start by clicking the follow button over to your right. Further instructions and images will be posted soon.

Xx Amy “As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn’t see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more.” – Neil Young.