Muzu Creative

Beep, beep, honk, honk. Or is it Honk…beep…honk? It is a secret code. Mopeds, taxi’s, car s and trucks ceaselessly chatting, via this mysterious sequencing of horn blowing. Hey! I’m coming up the inside…watch out for me, I’m turning in front of you…excuse me could you please go faster…slow down, move over, don’t cross in front of me….and on it goes! I am so intrigued by all this beeping. I carefully watch the face of our driver. In Australia, beeping while driving usually involves fingers thrust upwards and cursing. However, here in Bali, our driver is expressionless, hand hovering over horn, deciphering this secret code, weaving effortlessly through, what to me, is dangerous, heart stopping, traffic mayhem. I wear out the imaginary brake at my foot, although truly there is no need for worry. On motorbikes at five years of age, sometimes younger, the Balinese learn the secret code and how to navigate the narrow streets, sidewalk shops, stray dogs and other vehicles, very

It has taken me three years to understand that my `Just give it all to me, I can handle it’ attitude caused my cancer. My “just keep going, be strong’ mantra, nearly killed me. At the time I was thinking that I was doing the right thing. I was a good mum, a good wife, a fantastic employee. Hard-working, obliging, diligent. However not once at any time did I listen to my body when it said I was tired. When it called to me that my heart was pounding, my neck muscles straining and my pulse racing. I would be thirsty, my head would be aching, I would just push on. “I will just finish this and then I will rest/have a glass of water/take a moment” but that moment never came. I just kept adding to my never ending to-do list. My body had no choice but to make me stop. It was a physical intervention. I had a disease and cancer was the cure.   Since my diagnosis three years ago, I have been on a journey of self-discovery. Sounds all spiritual and mystical doesn’t it? Actually