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I took a break from Bali.  It was good, albeit only for a week – a visa-run and to meet Ivan, my brother from NY.  It was good to get away from the never- ending project.  It’s been a year now since I bought the Place.  After having been bombarded by pounding noises continuously for the last 5 months, I’m a little low in tolerance and quite tired of everything - the snail-paced workers, the eternal banging & the raucous Balinese workers; some have been staying at the Place for almost for half a year now.  They camp out, cook, smoke, occupy and litter in the garden continuously, bathe and do their business within the compound – al fresco.   

 

All these have almost reached an unbearable high-toned touchiness and I long for a little quietness, aloneness. 

 

Again Made came up with a higher deficit – I will have to come up with more money to keep the project going.   I talked and I agreed to loan him the money.  I don’t really have a choice if I want to see the project complete.  Starting with a new contractor seems implausibly high cost.

 

By now, I have heard too many repulsive stories about innocuous outsiders that got burned. Bali, after all, is a paradise only when one is passing through.  When you try to make here your home, when you try to get things done, and when you are no longer bewitched with the lushness of the tropic and when your fervor cools, the island tends to be a lusterless harbinger of chaos and duplicity.  The friendly faces of Balinese are stained by money grasping stance.   Everyone blames the economy, so in Bali poverty is an open invitation to dishonesty; an act one perpetrates upon another – and targeted especially to the ‘wealthy’ outsiders.   Amidst the religious and ritualistic milieu, everyone feels a calling for lucre; there lies a culture that perpetuates a corrupted system and shady dealings. It’s always a matter of money, not principle. 

 

Loathe as I am, of being a whiner, I rant at the slowness, the inefficiency, the irresponsibility of the islanders.  The outcome - I haven’t been writing – for fear of venting superciliously.  So I try to be cool headed in this trying situation

 

The unpleasant experiences from the project have wounded my dreams and I have asked, more than once, if this familiar and testing island couldn’t possibly be the one I’m destined to be in. I doubt the calling…. Ah, perhaps I am to be blamed – I have picked the wrong contractor? I shouldn’t have trusted people so foolhardily? Or perhaps, it’s all a blessing in disguise???? 

 

One thing for sure, the problem with the money has made my aspiration sunk, torpid in the heat, into this hard wooden chair on my hanging veranda. 

 

I thought of selling….

“Like a surfer, I watch and study the wave, and I try very hard to jump on. I go, and I go and I still can’t coast it. Yes, I have to learn to study all of these signs that try to come and show me that this is the direction that my life is taking at this particular moment.  Yes, it’s important that I don’t identify in a negative way, but to see everything as working to either help me be a little more conservative and save my energy, or opening and taking in an enormous amount of new force that can help me grow.  There are only these two conditions. The conditions that allow me to preserve what I have, and those which allow me to add to what I already know.

             It goes like this: Wish-Commitment-Surrender.  

              The foundation of all that is  Discipline.        Rudi & Nathaji

In the mean time, I sit at my breakfast nook – looking at the unfinished buildings with the span of ocean below,  waiting for creditors to collect money; a new experience….