I was in Bali and now Bali’s in me, the place where every home’s compound has a temple. Their doorways are an invitation to the sacred, as well as protection from negative forces. Flowers, whole blossoms and petals alike are a big part of the offerings along with rice and a curly grass held in banana leaf bowls that are placed twice a day in front of entrances of stores and homes. I want to go back to learn the symbolism and the beliefs that govern every waking moment of their days. Yet here I am at home again, writing for #10 of Marissa Bridge’s orchid series, reminding me that this practice is a ritual too, a commitment to embracing the cycles of life.