Indonesia

A month on Bali, Lombok, Nusa Lembogan, and the Gili Islands

Surfing, Diving, Volcano climbing

I bought booties first, to walk across the reef bottom. I stepped gently, not wanting to break off the life beneath my feet. I thought a lot about the reef while I was surfing. I thought about it growing, I thought about it breaking off into me. Once it snagged my surfboard leash, on a small day at the Gili Islands. I broke off that piece of reef. I can hear it crunching.

There is a lot I haven't written yet about Indonesia. Truthfully, I'm scared to open my journal and reread it and copy it to this blog. I'm scared of missing the ocean, the islands, the travel, and Sarah.

I printed a picture of me doing a handstand on a beach that was white, sliding into clear, turquoise water, a green headland in the background. In the picture my feet reach its peak.

I rest the picture on my desk and I'm not sure why its there. I am tan in the picture and strong from weeks of surfing. I feel alive after feeling so vulnerable on the reef and in the ocean. I am on a beach and no one else is there. I reached the beach by motorbike and it was dangerous and I was scared- driving fast and happy and somehow feeling so right.