Of all the places in the world to return to, I never imagined Canggu, Bali would be one of them… I have no idea how we ended up there again other than by divine intervention. I mean, Canggu is nice, but on the surface it’s not the prettiest of places.
We spent an amazing month here last year for our Yoga Teacher training so it’s not like we hadn’t invested some serious time in the area, but as lovely as that month was, Canggu just wasn’t on top of my ‘must-go-back-to’ list.
Yet, there we were. Again. Somehow drawn back by various people and commitments and events. I spent the first few days feeling a bit frustrated about it. There are so many places in the world I’m desperate to travel – and with only so much holiday time – why, oh why was I here again? At the risk of sounding crazy, I’m convinced there are strange spirits in this area. We couldn’t sleep last time we were here and we couldn’t sleep this time. Weird things happened last time, and so they were happening again.
Until I realised – if I didn’t surrender to the situation, I’d end up wasting my last week of holidays and miss the moment. So I decided to let go. And only when that happened, something changed – Canggu went from from somewhere I didn’t want to be to somewhere I didn’t want to leave.
There is such rich spirituality here, and in my daily dawn yoga practice on the open air rooftop I felt a shift – not only in letting go of the frustration I felt about Canggu, but in letting go of frustration in every other part of my life. It’s hard to explain how profound this week turned out to be for me.
We hired a scooter, and once we had the freedom to explore wider than walking distance and met some wonderful people I began to feel something incredibly special about Canggu, and by the end of the week, I felt so sad to go.
Will I be back? For some completely strange reason – I can’t help but say yes.