Saturday 17 March 2012

Bali

I have been to paradise. I have just spent the last month in Bali, Indonesia. A powerful, synergistic place that has left me feeling more human having been there. I really think that if anyone's life brings them to Bali they are very fortunate. Being in a tropical climate, the infusion of life is palpable. Fresh fruit and vegetables are bountiful and 'mating season' in the animal kingdom is constant. I went to Bali wanting to share my skills as a performer and circus artist, as well as learn from the huge population of talented artists who live and breathe their art daily.

The arts are engrained in the Balinese culture. Dance, puppetry and mask performance are a part of their religious ceremonies. I saw a few of the 'touristy' shows but once I became friends with some locals they took me to the real ceremonies that lasted hours, the artists performed for God. There are tens of thousands of temples in Bali and each one is on its own calendar for prayer, offerings and celebration. There is always a ceremony somewhere. It was such a joy to hear the drumming in the distance and then turn a corner and see a precession of beautiful, traditionally dressed people smiling, laughing with a variety of customary accessories. Two artists in particular brought me with them to their performances in temples outside of the tourist zone. I witnessed some really powerful energy and was entranced by the performance. I then learned from some sensational artists the art of Balinese dance, Topeng and the Gamalan. All the lessons were challenging in so many ways and I only scratched the surface. I really wish I had more time to focus on learning but I was also set on teaching while I was there and doing a lot of yoga.


I volunteered for the Bali Children's Project (balichildrensproject.org), a not-for profit that works with underprivelidged Balinese young people. This enabled me to really immerse myself in the culture. You can learn so much from the youth of a society. These children were the nicest, most eager and friendly I had ever encountered. They were so focused on me and so thankful that I was there to teach them. I taught basic English, simple juggling, feather balancing and drama games. The children were so supportive and respectful of one another, the older ones were helping the younger ones and I never once had anyone misbehave. The peacock feathers were super popular, adults and children alike lit up while they were balancing a feather on their palm. I left every session elated by the smiles and positive energy I shared with each group.


There is so much creative education happening in Bali, I met an awesome and ambitious couple who are homeschooling their very cool and smart kids, traveling the world as well as establishing a ground-breaking community farming movement in Australia. (www.organicfarmshare.com). I also visited The Green School (www.greenschool.org), a private outdoor concept school built the jungle. It was designed by a world renowned jewelery designer, John Hardy, about 4 years ago. There is a lot of controversy floating around the island about the school's presence and somewhat elitist demographic but regardless, it is a phenomenal structure as well as an inspirational depiction of what it is to be green. I was a guest at their juggling club in the bamboo auditorium and had a great time exploring the exciting campus. I was also fortunate to perform and teach at a pre-k program called The Spring, a beautiful home style early education program that has a healthy balance of hippy idealism with two feet on the ground.

Yoga, yoga and more yoga. Ok I will admit it I AM A YOGI. I said it, that awful word dripping with stigma and patchouli. There are so many 'yogis' in Bali. It is impossible to sit at a cafe and not hear “Today in downward dog, I was like so present, I didn't even hear Monica do like the next three Vinyasas...” I went to the yoga barn as much as I could and took a variety of classes. I left Bali feeling strong, centered, healthy and very peaceful. It was refreshing to be somewhere where the quality of the yoga classes was so high yet the price so reasonable. I am so sick of living in parts of the world where yoga has become so fashionable that only the rich can afford to practice! When I do splurge on a class in London, I find myself squeezed in between some sweaty dude with a massive beard and a rubber woman whose thighs don't touch, without an inch of space to myself to breathe. I was happy to practice in Bali, as is everyone else who flock to the Yoga capital of the world. The most important thing for me is that since I left I am still practicing and have learned so much about alignment and breath that I can skip the fancy studio and find presence and peace anywhere I lay my mat.

Hiking up an active volcano, Mt. Batur, was another highlight of my trip. I ended up doing it twice. The first time early in the morning to watch the sunrise and the second to watch the sunset and then head over to the hot springs. This is a must if you go to Bali. I had a fantastic guide and enjoyed breathtaking views. The climate is not as hot, a welcomed break from the humidity and heat of the Ubud area.







All in all, Bali is my new favorite place on Earth. Everyone is warm and friendly and I didn't feel the aggressive pressure as some other touristy places have. People try to sell you things but always with a smile and a positive attitude. I also felt very safe there, never a sleazy moment or any fear of crime whatsoever. The food is incredible, fresh and local and very cheap. I have fallen for Bali and now will probably just try to figure out when I can go back.

Tuesday 24 January 2012

Chinese New Year in China

Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of a car alarm and explosives. The celebration for the Chinese New Year had begun and the exorcism of demons through fireworks was well underway. All of a sudden there were big stalls set up on corners that from afar look like street food and the closer you got you realize they were selling fireworks! The tradition of setting off fireworks literally anywhere and everywhere for two weeks straight strikes me as the manliest tradition I have come across since the Finnish sport of Wife Carrying, (a man carries his wife through an obstacle course and the prize is her weight in beer.) the only women I have seen holding any fireworks are those selling them.

As far as the eye can see there are the most stunning firework displays I have ever seen, non stop. Sure, I have experienced Canada Day in Ottawa, New Years in London, Fourth of July in Chicago but those displays last twenty to thirty minutes at the most. Here anyone can buy fireworks and set them off anywhere. I look out my window and see guys just holding them in their hands with big grins watching the sparks fly as they shoot it into the air. I feel jaded after the last 36 hours of fireworks, I can hear the whiz of the 'good ones' and maybe I will look out the window, I also know the loudest ones are the least impressive.

Last year I didn't even want to go to the display in London for New Years. I thought, Really what innovations have they done in fireworks? Is it really worth my time with all those people? In Beijing I have seen the future, (technically I am in the future due to the time difference but I will keep at a metaphoric level) they are purple and gold with fabulous shapes, like balloons filled with stardust glittering across the sky. I won`t post a picture because no camera could do it justice! In a city where there are no stars due to insufferable pollution, two weeks of the year the sky is filled with an utter spectacle of beauty like nothing I have ever seen before.

Wednesday 11 January 2012

A stroll in Beijing.

As I walk the streets of Beijing I find myself reflecting on homelessness. Here in China, there is virtually no visual 'street people'. I regularly see people employed to do jobs that seem completely irrelevant. For example, today I saw two men mopping a parking lot. I mentioned it to a friend and she said they mop the parking lot every day! This just seems like a completely futile task. As I continue my stroll I observe, normal, general upkeep of the city that I would see in any western country. For example, trees being trimmed. The odd thing is an incredibly large team of men are helping to trim each tree. Trimming trees seems to be pretty straight forward but they are having intense discussions over each branch. Each tree is treated like a community bonsai.

As an outsider it seems as though jobs are being made up so that there is no unemployment. When going to the markets to do some shopping each stall has at least three clerks, it is intimidating because they are all trying to pressure me to buy something but the irony is I can't see the merchandise because the stall is too small to have four people in it. This city is definitely not short of rickshaw drivers, street food vendors or guards. I have never seen more guards in my life and they all just stand there in one spot for hours, guarding.

That being said I see next to no one on the street begging. Coming from San Francisco just a couple months ago where there were countless people begging, shooting up, out of their minds living on the street, I thought then, there just aren't enough jobs out there for these people, the economy is in the toilet it just isn't fair! Alas, China of all places, 40 million people in Beijing alone and nearly everyone is working.

It really is a sight to see, hard working people absolutely everywhere. The strange thing is, watching those men mopping the parking lot this morning with a dirty mop I just couldn't help but think that a job like that is a microcosm of the Chinese culture that I have observed up till now.

I really respect the fact that everyone is working here, how much they are being paid is a whole different blog in itself... I really am in a totally different world and society here. I am just taking it in.