After being here in Bali for two weeks I feel my heart sinking in deeper and deeper into this mystic island. The simplicity of the daily life reminds me what I am always calling in just a little bit more. Here on the island and when traveling I try to take on the indigenous ways of life as much as I can. This means no motorbikes, which leave me sweating my booty off but at the same time receiving a serious cleansing along with some daily exersise. I carry Naia on my back in her wrap and take my baskets to the markets to gather food and other needs. This is their way of life and if I'm here learning from the Mamas, then I'm going to walk their ways as much as possible. They also love and appreciate this and I am grateful for their blessings. They esp love that I wear the sarongs too. Living the island life definitely requires wearing sarongs so this comes quite easily to me. Its been fun dressing myself with the beautiful IKAT prints. So much work and love poured into these weavings.
My favorite thing to do when traveling through other countries is to find the local village woman and spend the day amongst their presence. Usually this means sitting with some weavers in South America, harvesting corn or other foods from the fields and in Bali this time around... its helping to make offerings. I keep telling myself I'm dreaming. Most of the offerings are made with palm fronds or banana leafs. When I first started going to primitive skills gatherings I had a strong call to learn to weave, luckily once you know the basics to weaving the rest falls in place much easier. A lot of the times the language barrier comes up but we all seem to remember the silent words of wisdom that come from a smile, through the eyes or just that still place of the heart. Of course there is always the laughter and having a little one with me brings much of this for the woman. They love the little blonde haired blue eyed bambino and want to touch her and hug on her as much as possible. I find myself wanting to do the same with them.
Without having any clue, we decided to head to Bali right in the middle of their Ceremonial season. Its a slow time for the Balinese in terms of tourism so this means more time to sit, meditate and give thanks. Its truly part of their daily life and offerings are being given here all day, every day. There is also a ton of art. I have fallen in love with the paintings of woman here. Most show these beauties in sarongs, topless bathing together, crafting with each other or just cradling one another in the sacred essence of pure sisterhood. A true reflection of the life here in Bali.
Giving thanks for all women in all directions. Aho to each and every one of you.