the after 30 part...

This morning we took a bike ride through the countryside. It was raining, but not the typical Bali tropical rain storm, which we have been experiencing a lot lately, more of just a sprinkle. The bike ride is always my favorite. Being outside of the touristy area, I have seen some funny things while on this bike ride. People pooping in rivers, and then just down the river, teenage boys bathing in it. No joke. This time around, however, I didn't see anything that laughable and/or gross. For the first time in Bali, I was cold. It felt refreshing. The drops hit my skin, the air against my arms going down hill gave me shivers, but then going back up a hill... I LOVED IT. What is usually pretty easy when eating food, was such a good challenge while detoxing. I purposely wouldn't put my bike into easier gears, to get that extra work out, and my heart rate up. Group ride, minus 2, in the rain. One of the stops along the way is the Goa Garba cave. Fascinated by myth and tale, I

What a difference a day makes. I slept in until 5:30 am, instead of my usual 4:30 am, and then went on a walk in the rain. My energy level felt pretty good, given I have only had a couple glasses of juice and detox shakes, the last three days.  When I say shake, what I really mean is, a bland tasting, bentonite clay drink, with psyllium husk, little bit coconut water and an even smaller amount of juice. Bentonite clay is a naturally- occurring , microscopic volcanic ash. It generates and maintains a very strong electromagnetic  field, which allows it to attract and hold unwanted, toxic substances, so they can be eliminated out of our bodies, via an enema while detoxing. Psyllium husk is a natural, water-soluble, gel-producing fiber which is extracted from the husks of psllyium seeds. It encourages optimal colon functioning and helps get the gunk out too! We drink 4-5 of those a day and then end the day with broth. Some people LOVE broth, and sip down two bowls, I am not one of those pe

Day three is always the hardest for me. Upon waking, my entire body felt like it had a head ache. From my little baby toe, to my head. I hurt. I also felt like I had to vomit for about three hours. I have detox rash all over my arms, and a million bug bites all over my body. Did I mention I am choosing to be here? It's not easy. I'm not on holiday. I'm here to do some serious hard work, because the outcome is always worth it. This morning I talked with my friend Mohammed. I wasn't sure where he was in the world, and I was worried he might not get back home. But, he's from Egypt, where Trump still has business ties with that country, so folks from that country are still permissible. Plus I found out Mo actually has a US passport, not just a green card or visa, but I am still worried. What if things just continue to get worse. I got online immediately and started sending money to the ACLU . They have power. They have the means to fight back. I, on the other hand, ju

Bright and early morning of 4:30am. Okay, not so bright, as it's dark here until 6:30am.  They say when you detox your sleeping can be completely opposite of your norm.  My norm is to usually go to bed a few hours before 4 am in the states, and here I'm asleep by 8pm.  I could blame it on the jet lag, the roosters, or all the other little critters waking me up so early, but there is nothing to blame when you actually are enjoying the change. Today was hard. I'm hungry, and my body aches, and the girl in my yoga class who didn't wear a bra but insisted on inversions was slightly driving me crazy. No one wants to see floppy boobs upside down... gah! I'm hangry, irritable, tired, but that's okay! I'm accepting it.  I'm choosing to be here. This morning we had the Enema & Digestive workshop. This is one of my favorite workshops. Not only do we get to talk about what comes out of our systems from our enemas, but also where it call came from in the

It's been a minute. I've been busy. So busy, that I stopped blogging, and doing all other lovely creative things I once enjoyed doing (dance, gardening, studying Spanish, map art, etc). Why so busy? I opened a second store in Skagway, and running the two has consumed me, along with just trying to have a life. But I'm back in Bali, for some much needed ME time, and for my 3rd detox. I didn't plan on blogging the experience. I haven't even thought of my blog in years. But here I am, spontaneously at my computer, in the Manipura room at Natural Instinct healing, Ubud, Bali, listening to a rain storm, and about to share some gross and fascinating details of my next ten days. *NOTE: I have detox brain, so I'm sorry if my grammar makes no sense. *WARNING: Before you read the next ten days, know that I talk about poop a LOT!  If you don't mind poo, or enema stories, carry on, if not, abort this blog ASAP! Day 1 of a 10 day detox I woke at 4 am with stomach