Sometimes we lose sight of our calling yet serendipity always has a way of aligning us with people & moments that reignite the fire. Growing up as a mixed blood mowgli on an island that barely had electricity, our play time often looked like hands in the mud searching for eels, collecting wild flowers to concoct mystical potions whilst following four leaf clover trails that would lead us to our imaginary version of Narnia. Our community was strong, integrated, each family with their own craft. Nature ruled & the bridge between East & West was subtle. As years passed by we watched the land turn rapidly into a metropolis. We felt the change as we moved from a symbiosis with nature to a life of convenience & comfort. Fields became homes, coast lines became concrete & land became roads to new pockets of magic that promised material abundance. We were all a part of the hurricane. It was irresistible. How could one turn away from a canvas that allowed us to paint the wildest of dreams? How could one resist waves of perfection, a life of a queen & king nestled between endless green & the kindest people on Earth? We’ve pushed our little island to its limit. I’m grateful for a tribe that continues to fight the good fight. I’m proud to stand w my brothers & sisters in trying to do things differently. Community vs. Competition. Preservation vs. Profit. None of us are saints, there is always more to be done, space to improve. We will make mistakes & contradict ourselves; but never doubt that your smallest of actions can create a gigantic ripple of change. Here I stand on a new chapter. Returning to the very essence of why we fell in love with Bali to begin with. I cannot wait to share with you the unfoldings of a new project dear to my soul 🤍 Inspired by the wisdom of the past, infused w. the brilliance of the present, baring in mind the crucial impact on our future. Watch this space 🧬