Hey bro,

Its been a minute since I have written you. I’ve been pretty washed out in the flow of tourism, alcohol, and sloth. I’m no longer in Bali. I am now in Thailand, with Miranda. The last leg of my time in Bali was spent in Ubud with Bronte. I would definitely say that was a mixed bag. On the one hand, I always appreciate her energy, positivity, and the ease with which we connect, on the other hand, she had too much luggage, was extremely difficult to feed, and the pace of our travel styles just didn’t match. We met in Uluwattu and then went to Ubud for Bali Spirit Fest. A festival focused on self-development and discovery/exploration of spirituality. It was expensive as hell, but it offered many types of workshops and classes that were really great. Specifically, it focused on yoga, martial arts, healing, dance, and authentic relating. During this festival, I came face to face with some of my core wounds and deepest fears (consequently, my mood was extremely unstable for the rest of the week, sorry Bronte!) I don’t want to go into it at this time, but let’s just say it was as equally revealing and enlightening as it was insufferably flammable for my spirit (ego?). I did attend a yoga class/seminar with a yogi named Mark Whitwell. The class was extremely informative and validated my personal practice. The things that he spoke of and the way in which he expressed his yoga was reminiscent of my own alignment. This left me feeling very confident and secure in my practice. Again, I’m not really going into details here, rather I am doing a cursory overview of what has occurred since I last wrote you, also because the past is destroyed by the present every second and I don’t want to give something that is gone that much attention (ironic, concerning I’m writing the dead?).

One thing that sang through my soul clearly, about halfway through the festival, is that I have the tools to do deep healing work within myself currently and I do not need other people to facilitate that for me. Logically, this may mean, that I need to begin facilitating experiences for people who have yet to develop the tools or awareness to do this for themselves.

After this, Bronte and I hiked Mount Batur. It was a beautiful and steep hike, but there were so many people and so much fucking trash! It made me grateful to be from Montana, where the mountains, lakes, and streams are as accessible as the clean air. I took beautiful photos, and before I knew it was finally away from Bronte (I was really grumpy, poor woman had to suffer me) and on my way to Thailand to meet Miranda.

Miranda and I met in Bangkok, ate scorpion and Crocodile on Khao San road, banged a lot, took a sleeper train to Chumphon and then hopped on a ferry to Koh Tao (turtle Island). On Koh Tao, we stayed at a rooftop apartment with crazy views, hiked to the tallest spot on the island, rock climbed, swam in the ocean, watched fire benders, explored, drank cheap liquor out of plastic buckets, fought, kissed, hugged, fucked, made up, and ate A LOT. Because of Miranda, I cultivated a new found appreciation for the beach. I learned to chill in the water, to soak up the sun, and to embrace the grit of the sand on my epidermis. Like in Indonesia, we drove everywhere on a scooter, and I fucking loved it.

We are now one island south of Koh Tao, the diving Island, on Koh Phangan, the party Island. They do a full moon party here every month, but we decided we are going to skip it, hop to Koh Samui, the family friendly expensive island, and then take a plane to Chiang Mai for the last leg of the trip. Wherein we will pet and wash elephants in a conservatory, drive a motorcycle on a famous loop, drink, eat, fuck, get traditional Thai Sak Yant magic tattoos, and even take a cooking class. I did a little bit of MMA training with my new friend Frederik Wintherlarsen of Denmark while I was in Bali, but I hope to do some more while here in Thailand, it is, after all, the home of muay Thai. I wish that you had been able to experience these things when you were in Thailand, but hopefully you are able to live vicariously through me from your perch of infinitude.

There are many deep currents into which these words are not wading, but I find it best at this time to keep the waters shallow. I love you more than words can express. And I miss you with the whole depth and breadth of my chest.

Namaste,

Dilly