The mornings here are very, very peaceful….
I wake up with the first light of another day playing on our window screens
and when I open my eyes, I see the comforting view of the hanging mosquito net, the geometric rectangles of the sliding door and the patterns of the rafters and bamboo mat roof of our house.
I am easily reminded where I am. Not so many other times when traveling from one place to another for many weeks. We feel so lucky that we found this quiet port in a worldly storm–our House in the Hidden Garden. It is “ours” at least for a little bit, until we move on again.
The morning air is filled with songs of birds by the time I get up, walk through the living room into the garden, and do our morning chores. I unlock the front gate so the gardener Mangko can get in and sweep the garden clean of last night’s fallen leaves.
No, I cannot go back to bed. It is too tempting to stay and go for a short walk, enjoying precious minutes of peace and quiet before everybody wakes up and sounds of everyday life burst in with unstoppable energy.
Our dog Luna sleeps on the porch of our landlady Rana’s house and barely lifts her head as I tiptoe by her. I should not worry about waking her up; it is too early for her, she has to make up for lost time. Yesterday, she waited anxiously at the gate for our return from the late night visit at the Photo Gallery of Rio’s (Rana’s brother).
Walking around the compound I assure myself everything is in its right place.
Both kitchen and the dining room are again spotlessly clean after yesterday’s Balinese lunch with Hans (not Christian) Andersen, Rana’s old Danish friend.
are still blooming all over the garden.
But wait, there is a new surprise at the koi pond. The Lotus that was still closed yesterday
has opened, blushing fiercely.
Continuing on my morning walk I notice that the statue of Tara, Goddess of Compassion, Mother of all Buddhas, needs fresh offerings after a long night.
I better get back to bed before I wake up everybody.
Too late! Somebody is already calling me in for breakfast!
Life will soon be in full swing. Luna coming for a visit.
The gardener cleaning up the Balinese temple in the corner of our compound.
Our lovely neighbor Ketut bringing offerings, as she does every morning before heading to sell her wares at the market.
A new beautiful day in our secret slice of Paradise has begun.