Last official day of this week’s course for Katja. Kuningan for the rest if us.
Last week there was a ceremony for the Galungan, if you read and remember. Where the locals invited the dead spirit of their ancestors to come visit. Today they’re asked to go back to wherever they came from. It’s a big thing every sixth month with parades, dress up and decorations of houses, temples and streets.
I try to go to the post office but they’re closed along with most of the shops and restaurants.
I find Clear cafe just getting their staff on site when I’m there to book a table for dinner tonight. The class is going out again and Clear cafe offers space and good food.
I just relax hone after the bike ride and wait for Katja. I finally fall asleep on the bed and wake up when she arrives. Almost forty minutes later than expected. They had done a meditation exercise and Less had told them to take a few breath afterwards. Katja cane back out of their meditation an hour later. The meditation they had run was some serious stuff, but I’ll not divulge the content lest someone on future classes should read this.
We have a little time in the room, the two of us, before heading out to dinner at Clear. It’s an entertaining evening, and I must say there’s so many fine and nice people in this group. They make me feel real welcome.
A long school week is over one should think, but no. Katja is going to a lecture tomorrow where Les will film for his online academy. I’ll go along so I can spend the day with Katja. I know just the surface of what being talked about tomorrow, but I like this kind of philosophical things. We have to get up at six thirty though, so we take and early night.
“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”