The sky is pitch black. Almost a new moon. It is after 7 in the evening. Waiting for the young Balinese waitress to come over to me smiling and say "dinner 10 minutes". I am sitting in the bale (raised platform with straw roof) a few meters from the sea. i have been sitting here since two in the afternoon. The distance between me and the sea is about 10 metres. as i look out there is a big old tree in the corner with a two meter high cement wall on one side of it that has been lovingly shaped to allow the tree trunk itself to be the corner, and then in front of me is a red volcano stone wall behind the shrubs, which is shoulder height. Beyond that are black stones and sand that make up the beach. Along the shore every meter or so there is a big,tall, old green leaved tree or coconut trees. In between the tree trunks the fishermen sometimes tie a bamboo pole on which they hang their fishing nets on. The boats rest between the trees on shore.
So here I sit. Saturday night. I just finished practicing playing my little onkelon, trying to gain back my skill at playing the tunes I learned the last time I was here, without mistakes. And I decided to just stop a moment. That is rare for me. I am always filling up the space with something. And I just sat here for a moment. Looking out into the darkness. Some spotlights strategically placed by jochan, who has a very aesthetic knack for nature and beauty, accent the hugging tree trunks and some long cascading branches that make a nice canopy of shade during the day. The beautifully gathered and hanging fishing net on the bamboo pole makes me want to cry. The sound of the sea is soothing and rhythmic as the waves gently reach the shore.
Why do I want to cry? Because at this moment I do not need anything else in life. I feel in perfect peace with myself and my surroundings. All I can imagine is that I may have been a Balinese in a former lifetime…it just all feels right.
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