Thai Chi

Thai Chi is a form of martial arts known for its self-defense techniques, and it’s health benefits. It’s considered a “meditation in motion.”
It’s precise movements choreographed with the breath invite peace and harmony to those who practice this dance.

I started taking Thai Chi classes and my teacher is a Chinese Saint. He is very patient, very kind and very forgiving of a white girl who can’t dance.
I am just a sayin’ I am not a ballerina on the dance floor. I learned how to dance waiting for the bathroom.

We go over and over a few basic moves and then he decides to throw a cog in a less than well-oiled machine.
I have now added courageous to his attributes. He decides to lend me his antique sword from the Qing Dynasty and says, be mindful, yours has a tip! At least that’s what I think he is saying in Chinese, because he is pointing at the end of the sword, and when I look at everyone else’s, and no one has a sharp tip but mine. What? No, I say, I think I would be better suited for the Nerf edition. He just smiles and bows. He must have an ulterior motive.

You don’t believe this white girl can’t dance do you?


…and if you haven’t maimed or killed your classmates, you get to play with fans.

It’s Raining Fruition


Three months ago I chose to focus my attention on my intention to inspire others on a much bigger scale as a motivational and inspirational speaker. I have asked the Universe/God to show me the way.

As my contract here comes to a close, I have left myself open to my inner guidance. It doesn’t mean that I just sit idly by and do nothing.
I have a passion for assisting others in connecting with their higher self. What I most needed to learn has manifested itself in my coaching with others. The practice of “letting go.” Have you ever noticed that a desire for something often comes with attachment? How do we practice non-attachment? As a human, I know this sounds like an oxymoron. How can one have a desire or passion for something without attachment? Passion without attachment is a moment by moment process. I believe, first and most importantly is to be true to myself. I set the stage, let go, trust and allow the Universe/God to direct “my play,” this keeps me in the present moment. If we become attached, we can find ourselves skipping our way to the future and worrying about what we have no control over. I cannot speak for you, but I know how well this has worked for me.
Let me share with you what has transpired for me in the past week. I had some time off and took a mini vacation to Yogyakarta. You can read more about this travel adventure in my previous blog posts; “Oh What a Relief it is,” “A Pilgrimage.”

I met the owners of Via Via Cafe in Yogyakarta. During our conversation, they shared with me that their friend from the States is working on her internship with an NGO in Jakarta, advocating for women and teenage girls’ rights and suggested I meet with her.

As if the Universe said, Hey Trina just in case you missed my message the first time let me tap you on the shoulder again.

I was in the airport waiting to board the plane back to Jakarta. While everyone is converging to board the plane, I come face to face with a woman, and instantaneously we start conversing. I asked her what she did for a living. She shared with me she is a fashion designer and has been invited to come to South Africa and design a wedding dress for a friend of hers. She continued to confide in me that she just started her own business as a designer and is wanting to expand what she does to include teaching women that beauty is not just on the surface but, the true essence of our beauty lies within. I smiled. She said what do you do? I explained, I teach people how to connect to their higher self. I give presentations and workshops on how to challenge our fears and live the truth that lies within all of us. She said OMG, we so need to share contact information! She said I don’t want just to share this message here in Indonesia I want to do this all over the world. We both smiled and traded phone numbers.

Again, I am attending a study group and another woman shares with me that she is into living healthy and wants to inspires others to do the same. She says that so many people in developing countries don’t have access to this kind of education and asking how we could work together. Again I am reminded I am on the right path and the “Powers that Be” are raining down on me.

I remember when I applied for my current position in Indonesia. I applied and let go. I had no expectations because I thought if I was accepted it was meant to be. I connected with the energy of my higher self. I set my stage. All I needed to do is get out-of-the-way. Everything is in Devine order, and all my desires will come to fruition and support my soul’s journey when the time and the situation are right.


A Pilgrimage

Before I leave Indonesia, I was told I must visit the oldest Buddhist temple in Indonesia.

Built in the 9th Century, Borobudur Temple in Central Java is the largest Buddist temple in the world. This majestic temple took over 80 years to construct, spans 1,300 square feet and rises to a height of 115 ft. It draws visitors from all over the world including myself.

Located approximately one hour from Yogyakrata by motorbike, seemingly my favorite way to travel in Indonesia, I decided to hire a guide who picked me up from my Losmen (guest house) at 3:30 am. In the wee hours of the morning, it was hauntingly peaceful as we meandered through the narrow tree lined roads acting as corridors to the open countryside. As we neared our destination, a silhouette of Palm trees looks as if they are standing guard of this mighty masterpiece. Mist gently blankets the entire area.


I began to ascend the temple stairs and upon reaching one of three platforms I stood in silence and bathed in the temple’s energy. I graciously waited to catch a glimpse of the Holy Grail of enlightenment as the sun kissed the temple steps; signifying that my journey of enlightenment is a pilgrimage.





Oh What a Relief It Is.

Via Via Cafe is open to world travelers in 12 countries. Each one is different offering its own unique flair.

I visited Via Via in Yogjakarta in East Java.
The ambiance is open and inviting to every race, culture and belief system. Via Via is not just a cafe it was my home away from home.
Upon returning to my mother’s arms, I felt catered to; I was greeted with a smile and a kiss to my senses. I was offered an array of homemade breads and pastries with Gluten Free ¬†options, as well as other culinary treats that would satisfy any intended or accidental tourist looking for their mommy.
Whatever your craving whether it be noshing, crashing, sightseeing, exercising, cooking, shopping, supporting local economies or the environment or just relaxing Via Via can cater to all your needs just like mommy.

I decided to partake in a variety of experiences Via Via had to offer.

In this post, I will elaborate on my bicycling excursion through a Javanese Village.


I did not know peanuts grew underground.


Making bricks out of mud.


” I Left My Heart in Indonesia”


The process of making Tempe

Harvesting rice

Lastly, no pictures but a tale of relief.
There are two things I never leave home without here in Indonesia, sanitary wipes and tissues.  Many bathrooms are lacking two things; toilet paper and a trash can. On this tour, I seem to be the only person who could not wait for four hours to relieve myself. My guide Uut kindly asked a woman if I could use her bathroom. Do you want to guess what was missing?
As I exited the bathroom, waiving my tissue, I ask my guide where is the trash can? She looked at me like this was a foreign concept. No pun intended. We were kindly escorted outside where I deposited my napkin in a bucket. I turned around and asked Uut if she would like to shake my hand. She started laughing and said are all Americans like you, and I said no there is just one of me. Americans, I am sure, are relieved to know that I excused them.

Rest assured I washed my hands before shaking her hand goodbye.