7:30 am
already hot enough to drain the desire to move from one’s body! however, it will only get hotter, so exploring i will go! while i have quite overcome the fashion burden & shame of wearing my birkenstock sandals, as they are really good for walking, i don't think they’re up to the task of a 2 hour volcano “climb”…. so i am going to come back to Ubud for that another time, hiking shoes in tow. the idea of moving about at night has now ever-increasing appeal!!! pickup is at 2am, drive, eat a snack, and then the actual hike starts at 4 am…lovely! anyway, rice fields today :) i have been reflecting on the bad dream on Nusa L, and also on a conversation Stanya & i had some time ago, about the idea of Original Heartbreak - a kind of “primal”, foundational heartbreak ( early, within Family.). all that follows in life is but an echo of that first pain, a trigger. this feels true to me - A is just doing what he needs to do to find/be/fulfill himself; in a fundamental way, it really isn’t “personal”, and my own path & part is to work with whatever that First Hurt was. … dang, what a PROJECT this human life, no?! :) almost 10 pm now…(i am strangely proud to still be awake!!)… a day very well-spent, indeed :) in the morning, i headed out for a walk through the rice fields (“oh, i don’t need my phone”…which is also, of course, my camera…! whoops… tho’ not really; I'm quite happy to Have An Experience, old school style; just be and absorb)… i probably don’t even need to say that in strict accordance with my map karma, the walk ended up being far longer and further than intended, but it was quite glorious... and i met a rather gorgeous indonesian man in the bargain :) by the time i stumbled home, i was almost gelatinous from the heat, so spent a good few afternoon hours shuttling between pool and cold shower to recover! …ICED COFFEE!!! is the key, i now know - to crushing headaches, heat exhaustion, and tropical inertia…i actually made it OUT tonight, and saw a wonderful performance of the Kecak Fire & Trance dances…at long last, i’ve seen the Monkey Chant in person!!! the dancers were amazing, with their seemingly triple-jointed limbs and crazy eyes, but i was completely mesmerized by one of the monkey chanters - an older silver-haired man, rail-thin in build without an ounce of fat on him, just muscle and glistening brown skin. his fingers shimmered like trembling leaves, his spine, a snake, and his whole body kept the rhythm throughout but in double time - finely-tuned gyrations, bobbing, and rocking…and then his whole countenance and spirit - engaged in a really deep way, like it was actually a meaningful ritual for him, with a positively beatific smile on his face…i really couldn’t take my eyes off of him. no photos of the performance, but what the heck, here are a few more REAL monkeys :) *click on first to open fully*
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Pat D
12/3/2015 03:26:49 pm
Your writing and photos are beautiful and so much fun plus I'm learning a lot. There's worlds of stuff I know nothing about and now I can read your blog and then look up more stuff. When in doubt - a monkey photo :).
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