I sit by the pool on our covered terrace. The rain is pouring down all around us but under the porch cover it is dry. I smell the smoke and murmur from the men in our family compound. Emma and Max just jumped into the bright clear pool and are racing through raindrops to reach the other side. Though unheated, the kids say the water is warm.
Selamat Pagi or “good morning” we greeted the day. We passed field hands and laborers heading out to work. A beautiful woman wearing a white blouse and magenta silk sarong walked with a basket on her head. Smiling , she told us she was heading to temple to make offerings.
In Bali, most of the hillsides are covered with rice fields. Dotted through the winding paths, are small temples for offering to the Goddess Dewisri who feeds the people and sustains life.
We wander through the fields to a chorus of roosters, cicadas, and songbirds. Butterflies enjoy the morning sun. Vivid greens, flowers of pinks, red and yellow are lush in the garden. We are in a world saturated with color.
More later.. love p