I live in the middle of rice fields.
A day goes by quickly here: writing, projects, classes, meetings, lots of coffee, stress about how to get everything done (sometimes I feel like I’ve transported myself to the London world).
Sometimes I finish as late as midnight.
And, before brushing my teeth, I look out of the window:
A gentle breeze comes from the volcanoes and refreshes the Ubud inhabitants and nature after the day’s heat.
The flooded rice fields look like a mosaic of small ponds that reflect the glow of full moon and lights coming from the surrounding villas.
Crickets, frogs, geckos and other tropical creatures sing hymns of a Balinese night.
I breathe in and out.
Most of the day’s worries now seem unimportant, even trivial.
I pick up my phone and see a text from a friend – she recounts what she’s been grateful for today (a little project that we undertake almost every day, sharing our gratitude with one another).
I reply: I am grateful for the inspiring people I meet every day, for the opportunity to uplift others through my work, for new projects, for Bali’s magic, for the calmness that sets in after the day’s turmoil.
And I recall Meister Eckhart’s thought: If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.
And you don’t need to be religious or even spiritual to say this prayer.
Thank you for reading my words.