Putu Putra
This week a baby girl arrived in our village. Her name is Putu Putra, she is the first child for Made the Sculptor and Ima the Nurse. We are all so happy and everyone has already visited the new parents, can you believe it? Putu was born in Denpassar on Monday and she came home on Tuesday and by the time Ken and I visited her yesterday (Wednesday) half of the village had been to offer her parents congratulations!!
Ima and daughter.
Wow I was so suprised the young parents were so cool, calm and connected. When I asked Ima if she had any painkillers during her birth she asked me. Why?
Birth and death are simple occurrences here yet everyone and I mean everyone is involved, our village is one big family.
Sadly Putu arrived one week after, another woman in the village gave birth to a baby girl who only lived for 6 hours, she came two months early and Wayan told me that when she was born they put her in the "oven" (humicrib) but she died.
Not long after she died her father brought her home by motorbike at 10.00pm he was met by the people of our village who helped bury her and everybody sang long into the night. It was very sad and everybody was affected, she was Tomong and Wayan's baby sister they are two young boys who come for English and Maths, Tomong cried all weekend.
The acceptance here of death is so calming and reassuring grief comes but with the grief is an understanding that nothing is gone forever as the spirit lives on.
Made and Ima will find out in three months who Putra has incarnated as.....I will keep you posted.
In all the years (30) that I have been coming here, I have never had a negative experience, but last month Ken and I were talking over coffee about the middle aged Brittish Woman who had been murdered here in Ubud and Ken asked me what would I do if someone attacked me? Straight away I said that's not going to happen I'm not putting it out there later on that day I started thinking about what he said and I thought to myself be careful why couldn't that happen to you (warning).
That afternoon Ken said that he could not take me into Ubud for my Buddhist class as he was going with Ketut to see the healer about his knee. I said no worries I will go in by myself, as evening approached I thought maybe I should get Nyoman our neighbour to take me in but then I thought no I don't want to put him out (warning). Isn't it amazing that we receive messages from our intuitive self but put them to the side.
Our local cemetery
As I was coming home on the bike at 8.00pm it started to pour with rain, and I mean pour. I could hardly see and with the lack of street lights I had to go quite slow, after a while I started to notice another bike following me and as I rounded the bend the bike started weaving in and out by my side getting closer and closer to me.
I tried to see who it was but my vision was blurred because of the rain, all of a sudden the man on the bike came right up to my side reached out and grabbed my breast!
What a shock I couldn't believe the scream that came out of my mouth...after that he sped off into the night, not long and the anger kicked in and I started to go after him beeping my horn trying to attract attention to no avail. I went home and burst I to tears, my intuition kept telling me that day to be careful but I didn't listen.
When I got home, I was suprised to see Wayan,Ketut and Yannick they had been waiting for me and were worried as it was getting late and there was so much rain. As shaken as I was it was lovely to have family looking out for me.
The next day Ibu made special offerings to thank the Gods that nothing worse had happened to me. I love that, such positivity, and gratitude that I was Ok, no victim.
I got many messages that night and the main one was that this particular Buddhist class was over for me and that I had received all that I needed to receive.....for the time being...anyway it's a long story ... one day I will tell you.
Hence to say I no longer ride my scooter in the dark!!! I guess I could be flattered that at my age a young man still wanted to grab my.....Su Su (breasts). ☺️
Much love J
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