I am writing my first piece of 2017 sitting at the edge of a jungle on the island of Bali, where I have been on retreat for the last 10 days. I decided at short notice to do a bit of an “Eat, Pray, Love” to see in the new year.
Ok, it was more eat and pray – not a single handsome-it’s-time-darling-Spaniard in sight –which could have something to do with the fact that I went on an all-women’s yoga retreat. The only men we saw for seven days were those who cleaned our rooms and gently shooed the massive spiders from our outdoor bathrooms. Oh, and there was Luca. The quintessential Aussie surfer, who came to get the women who surfed. He kissed every woman, whether he knew them or not, each day – as you do.
I didn’t do the surfing part. I wanted time for reflection on the year ahead. Apart from my own personal journey, I came to Bali troubled by what seems to me, the deepening and worsening of racial divides in our country.