Category Archives: Bali Usada

sebuah kebersahajaan bernama bali usada

setiap kali memperkenalkan diri, hampir selalu saya menyebutkan bali usada. bagi saya, bali usada adalah salah satu sekolah kehidupan yang paling membantu membentuk diri saya.

hari ini, ia berulang tahun ke-27. kata yang muncul di saya untuknya saat ini adalah kebersahajaan.

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Selamat ulang tahun ke-25 Bali Usada

Kata-kata di atas tercetus ketika seorang teman meminta saya menulis 75 kata untuk disertakan dalam tumpeng ulang tahun Bali Usada ke-25, yang dirayakan di Jakarta pada tanggal 2 September lalu.

Kalau dihitung, tepat 75 kata. Pastinya bukan pikiran saya yang secara sadar menyatakan itu. Terlalu pas. Entah dari kedalaman mana muncul pernyataan tersebut. Yang pasti, saya turut tersentuh ketika pertama mengucapkan – atau tepatnya, mendengar diri saya mengucapkannya.

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A different response



Alone time is often revealing. There was one particular time when I spent days being with nothing but myself. Well, with nothing but myself and my memories, that is. Along with all the emotions that latched on to them.

The memories must have been aware that I was listening. For they came barging like flood into my consciousness. Continue reading

Let yourself be the dance of nature

The tree just stood there, awesome and strong as he was. He was quiet though. How curious. Why did he want me here if he had nothing to say? The previous night I had felt his vast-reaching presence and I was drawn to return.

So I did. Deep in the night. During these powerful moments before the dawn, with the moon finding her subtle way to shower her Light over me. But the tree was quiet. He was breathing slow and deep. His chest barely moving.

Go deeper within, he whispered. Be more silent. Be ever still. Relax. I concured, allowing him to guide me. My whole being reposed, planting its root solidly in Mother Earth. The night grew darker, and the tree even quieter. I did not know it was even possible.

From the kernel of such solemn quietude, the tree transformed himself before me, as if he was breathing out, or blooming. Continue reading

Article: Pursuit of Happiness

An article from a recent interview. Interesting headline. I wonder whether that’s what is about — a pursuit of happiness. The writer might have a good point there. Thank you, The Jakarta Post.

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Bali Usada’s half day workshop on health meditation (Apr 27)

Disclaimer: self-confessed meditation fan.

Life can turn into auto-pilot roller coaster. We have so many “musts” that we often forget how that may impact our body, our self, our health.

Thankfully, this body of ours has the amazing capability to cope and heal. But it does have its limits. It will start talking to us (in ways it can: those stress, unhappiness, easily irritated moments; escalating to illness: headaches, flu, stomach ache, stiffness; escalating to more serious illness (god forbid)).

By spending some time regularly to stop and listen to the body, we will have better idea on what’s going on, and–like a child that feels heard–the body will start to heal.

Let’s give our body its due respect. Let’s listen. That’s what health meditation is basically about. To listen to how we are, and provide us a chance to heal.

Jakartans, there is a half day workshop conducted by Bali Usada on health meditation on April 27. Let’s use this opportunity to understand how the body (and thoughts, emotions, feelings) works and help it heal.

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My miracle is.

I shared this story during my recent meditation retreat with Bali Usada.

I am not the best meditator I know (whatever “best” in this sense might mean). I am not the most diligent, nor am I the most focused. I don’t really have any so-called miraculous spiritual experiences during meditation that I can share with you. I don’t have any miracle stories to tell about my meditation.

My miracle, is my life. Or rather, my life itself is a miracle to me.

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A moment of pure gratitude

I have just been in a week long silent meditation retreat with Bali Usada health meditation. It was remarkable. I shall write about this later. But I want to say this.

During the last moments of the retreat, the last minutes before we left the house, I went up to the meditation room again. No one asked me to do so. No one was even there. I went up. I sat at what used to be my spot. I closed my eyes and went into silence. I said praise.

I went there and sat to offer gratitude. I went there and sat out of gratitude. There was no other intention, nor there was any other cause. I just wanted to say thanks. It was truly, a moment of pure gratitude. It was a beautiful feeling. Nothing but gratitude.