For many years the only access to the giant ‘basket’ in which we live was a narrow path through the rice fields. It was about a foot wide and served as an excellent exercise in mindfulness. A single moment of inattention could all too easily result in what was affectionately known as The Bali Baptism.
There were many degrees to this famous experience, from mere toe wetting to full emersion in muck and slime. Baptism stories flourished and were the subject of much hilarity and occasionally embarrassment. In fact rice paddy duckings were considered to be one of the major initiations into Bali life.
For years this experience eluded me. However, I knew that one day or night when I least expected it the experience would be mine. There could be no cheating. Mind you, no deliberate meddling would qualify as the real thing.
When that fateful moment finally arrived it was thorough and was absolutely unexpected.
TO be continued
Will Write again soon. My back is telling me to lie down for now. Love