Wow
I don't think we are in Kansas anymore Toto, and no, I will not eat
you for supper (bad joke I know, but one of my Balinese drivers started
it)
So everything is beautiful here, it smells like sweat and incense, I
think I've found heaven. Right down to the Mango juice I just finished.
I have been here for 4 nights be me wee lonesome, initially I had
thought it would be three. I tell you being a single white female here,
ain't easy. "Why you here alone? how old are you? you are very pretty?
you are very rich" Can be quite intimidating, and bothersome. But with
all do respect to the culture, and a healthy wariness, I will not live
in fear.
Yesterday I drummed. With some Balinese/Javanese boys, and then all
was right and one in the universe. I swear, drumming is universal, and
so is the effect on the soul. After I got a tour of where they make the
drums, I used an authentic (dirty) Indonesian toilet, and spent hours
talking about love and spirit, you know, as life should be.
Don't worry mom Shamek arrives tonight.
Love to you all, my peeps, and to the universe. May you all drum.
