I’d like to share a very special and moving ceremony we recently experienced at our home in Bali. Back in 1994, I visited Bali for the first time on a business trip (yes, really a business trip…) and I fell in love with the island, its culture, and above all the Balinese people. I knew even then that I wanted to retire in Bali someday and sought out some oceanfront land in the countryside to lease long-term and build a forever sanctuary.
In a nutshell, we eventually had the opportunity to lease out the land where our house is now and we built stage one of our home in 1996. The family which owns the land is headed by patriarch Bapak (which is a honorable term of respect or “father” for an older man) Wayan. He and his wife had five children, three of whom we currently employ to manage and run our house (so the land/house is “all in the family”). The land is adjacent to the ocean and is on a coconut grove (70 trees)…as opposed to the famous rice paddy fields throughout Bali. Throughout the years, we might see Bapak Wayan walking through the land at any given moment, shirt off, machete at his side, savoring his betel nut chew and stopping to chat (in my bad Indonesian Bahasa and his growing English vocabulary).
However, not only is Bapak Wayan a coconut grove farmer, he is also a major shaman/priest in his banjar (village), so throughout the years, we would also see him, his wife, and his daughter carrying out small ceremonies on our land and at the back of our house; new moon, half moon, full moon, new year and for so many other occasions throughout the year, we’d spot them, dressed in ceremonial clothing and silently walking the land and stopping to carry out ritual prayers using stunning little offerings of flowers/rice/herbs/holy water, etc.
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