Hello from PadangBai, Bali!
Day 8: ACROVINYASA teacher training.
I woke up to the sound of the heaviest rain and the loudest thunder imaginable. By the time I walked down to the yoga deck at 7 am the storm had subsided. We had an acrovinyasa class, breakfast, practice teach and lunch.
After all that, we played a quick round of NINJA DESTRUCTION! And the winners from each group got to pick sarongs first. Claudine and Honza bought us each a sarong to wear to the Barong dance that we went to tonight. (I didn’t win ninja destruction, but I still got a cute turquoise sarong) We had to be in the lobby by 4:30 to catch the shuttle into the village. We arrived early to take our seats, on the ground center stage for the barong dance; luckily it wasn’t raining during that time. The Barong dance is a very deep and spiritual dance between good and evil, therefore there are very strict rules if you come to watch the dance: First you need to make sure your shoulders are covered, and your knees and ankles (pants are NOT enough so everyone must wear a sarong). The dance started late (bail time, slooowww) and it went on for about two hours. Another rule is that no one is allow to stand during the performance. That rule alone made my back very uncomfortable sitting on the stone ground for 2 hours but you need to be respectful. Typically during these dances, the people watching it go into deep trances and there is screaming and crying and the villagers that are not in the trances take care of the ones going through it and are really nurturing and helpful to their needs. This was one of the most different, crazy things I have ever seen and I am glad that I did. What my culture might consider “weird” or “not normal” other cultures accept it because it is part of their life and tradition. I personally think that the USA had no right to judge other countries on their customs because we have so much shit we are dealing with over here including: feeding ourselves junk, feeding our kids junk, living sedentary lifestyles, not accepting others for who they are, telling young girls through media that they are supposed to look a certain way etc.
ANYWAY! I am very happy that I got to witness that part of their culture. After the dance a few of us went to a local place Topi Inn for dinner and drink and live music! When we got back to the Bloo Lagoon we all met up in Honza and Claudine’s villa for drinks and some sweets and deep talks about what we just witnessed. I am and continue to be moved by the level of compassion this group brings.
Day 9: ACROVINYASA teacher training:
Day 9 started a little different than all the other mornings…we got to sleep in an extra ½ hour AND WE GOT TO DO A FULL 90 MINUTE YIN CLASS! During this class Honza and Claudine shared their loved story, which moved us to tears, as if yin wasn’t already enough emotional release! Breakfast was yummy with lots of fruits and toast. After eating we moved onto our LAST SEQUENCE IN LEVEL 1!!! Therapeutic flying time! It was absolutely amazing and I can’t believe we went through all 90 postures in 10 days. We did some jamming around after and I am getting so much better at embodying this practice, both as a flyer and a base.
After dinner Claudine and honza instructed us to take our sarongs and tie them around our eyes we were essentially blind. We had a partner to being with and then once the blindfold was over our eyes we were instructed to find our partners hands and really touch them and memorize them without sight. Then they spinned us around and told us to go find our partner without seeing- just through touch. It was scary, it was hard, but eventually I needed up with my original partner and it was really cool. After that exercise we did ½ hr. guided Thai massage on our partners and then switched. Overall it was a great therapeutic day but I am still so tired tonight!! Last full day tomorrow!
Xoxo Pura vida!