Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Beauty. Back in the USA.

I am back in US. Must admit, I am sad and tired. I miss the smells of hot chilies, the beauty of Balinese hips proudly prancing the streets, the laughter shaking unashamed from potbellies full of rice. Of course, it is always an adjustment and I am without words at the moment to describe all the differences in thoughts and emotions that I feel. What sticks out most to me at the moment is the strikingly different perspectives the Balinese and Americans have about beauty. I have been reading bits and pieces of a biography about Isadora Duncan and I believe she sums it up best: "One might be lead to believe that woman are incapable of knowing beauty as an Idea, but I think this only seems so, not because women are incapable of perceiving beauty but only because they are at present blind to the chief means in their power of understanding True Beauty. Through the eyes beauty most readily finds a way to the soul, but there is another way for woman -perhaps an easier way - and that is through the knowledge of their bodies... Not by thought or contemplation of beauty only, but by the living of it, will woman learn. And as form and movement are inseparable, I might say that she will learn by that movement which is in accordance with the beautiful form...Woman is to learn beauty of form and movement through dance. I believe there is a wonderful undiscovered inheritance for coming womanhood, the old dance which is to become new. She shall be sculpture not in clay or marble but in her own body which she shall endeavor to bring to the highest state of plastic beauty; she shall be a partner, but as part of a great picture, she shall mingle in many groups of new changing light and color. With the movement of her body, she shall find the secret of perfect proportion of line and curve. The art of the dance she will hold as a great well-spring of new life for sculpture, painting and architecture..." -Isadora Duncan, love letter to Gordan Craig Love and beauty to you all. -a

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Baris, the Warrior Dance- Finding my Strength

Baris Dancer. Baris Dance is a Balinese warrior dance. It is traditionally danced by young boys and the three little boys that I am living each can dance a mean Baris, particularly Bayu, the six-old youngest. The dance is strong, fast and fierce. I love it even though it absolutely kills me in the heat. In the dance, I get to express a strength and a passion that I didn't know I had until I came to Bali. Perhaps its the hot weather or the spicy chili sauce, but in Bali I have felt the heat of a whole new inner flame inspired by this dance that I have come to love so much. I love the sharp eyes, the moving necks, the flying fingers, the groundingof the deep piles, the playfulness of the swaying heads and the characters in each face. I truly feel like I have found a dance that I have been looking for a long time or perhaps a dance that I danced before. Either way, I am grateful. This trip to Bali has proven to me the importance of following our heart's passions and also the incredible strength that this entails. Like the Baris warrior, sometimes we must flight for what we love. Many of you might know the craziness of my life before coming to Bali, leaving Portland, yoga students, yoga job etc... All really hard to let go of but what was harder was the step before, having the strength to listen to my little inner voice as it guides me. Still, here in Bali, I am continually calling upon the Baris' warrior strength to listen, to discern and to to trust. I have found such freedom in this strength to listen to my heart, in dancing this strength in Baris and living my passions in Bali. I find it in the little things, like in feeding myself well or in appreciating my body's uniqueness when I dance, having patience with myself and allowing myself the opportunity to be a beginner. When my actions reflect my inner compass, (and they don't always, it's a learner curve for sure,) I feel such a satisfaction. I feel integrity. Baris Dancer

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

where i write you


My computer.

Where I write. A tiny internet cafe with ten cubicles. I sit on a little cushion, while a mix of Balinese pop and Celine Deon play on the radio. It is fun. Sometimes very hot, but mostly fun. And very close to Sukawati Market where I can grab some fried bananas afterwards... :)




one of ten little computer cubicals..

Ibu Dinu, I love you


Ibu Dinu, my food savior!

I visit Ibu Dinu's warong at least two times a day. First for fresh papaya or avocado juice and later for gado gado. Ibu's gado gado is the best in Batuan, with rice and tempeh and always extra samblah (the spicy chile sauce) that I love!!

So grateful for my local haunts....



The Indomart- great for everything from fruit to lemon water to aspirin.

Gambuh Ceremony


Temple overlooking Mount Agung

This full moon Saturday, March 19th, was a special holy day here in Bali. To celebrate, the group performed Gambuh at the mother temple that overlooks Mount Agung.

Gambuh might be my favorite dance of Bali. It is an ancient sacred dance with flute music and singing. It is incredibly difficult in its subtleties.

The group performed and then we ate and prayed. The day itself was hectic. We had to leave at 6am to drive to temple. The weather was bizarre. Nineties in the morning followed by heavy rain and then deep heat. Needless to say, many of us, myself included, got sick. But the Gambuh was well worth it!

Below Ibu Ketut (Jimat's fourth daughter) and Ibu Sekar, my Gambuh teacher, get ready for performance.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Gado Gado


Gado Gado or fried vegeatbles with peanut sauce is by far my favorite dish here. I can grab it at almost any warong (of course, I have my favorite). Warongs, or a little shack with hot food, tea nad tons of Balinese snacks cover all the streets in Bali. It's the local place to go, eat and socialize.
Best to add Samblah-- the hot chili sauce that is to die for! (if you like spicy) to everything!!!
Makan! Makan! Makan!
Eat! Eat! Eat!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Noh and Balinese Dance collaboration


Photo of rehearsal.
This past week I had the honor and pleasure of being able to watch the rehearsals and final performance of a dance collaboration between Balinese master dancer Jimat, Balinese master opera singer and a Noh master from Japan!
Of course, these experience masters rehearsed for a mere two days to make this simple and moving piece. I am always impressed by how experienced dancers are not afraid to use simplicity in their work. Both moved with a sense of ease, poise and clarity.
The plot was none other than the theme of Balance which seems pretty consistent here in Bali!


getting dressed for temple dancing!


Los Maria getting her hair done. This is step one.

To celebrate the New Year, the village of Batuan hosts its final rajan dance ceremony (which had been going on every night at 8.00pm in the temple). My dancers, including me, have gone to dance together for an hour of son, this very sweet, slow and soft dance. The dance happens in the Temple from October to March to prepare for the New Year. For the last dance, the women can wear full costumes! So Los Maria had Sri (daughter of of dancer teacher Sekar) dress her up!

I stayed around for most of the two hours it took to prepare!!!
Dancing was great. Later this week, a man from the village asked if I would sign the photo that he took of me dancing at the temple! He was shocked to see, "a white woman dance Balinese beautiful." I think that was a compliment!


Sri wrapping Wayan up like a present to dance...!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Nyepi


The entryway to my room.

The Balinese begin their New Year's Day with Nyepi. A truly Balinese day. This day is spent in complete silence, alone and in your room. You are asked to create no fire- meaning no cooking and electricity, and no inward fire such as angry or strong emotions. It is a day for inward reflection and rest.

Of course, pratical as ever, the Balinese make exceptions for eating for children or lights for babies, but if possible, you are asked to be still and quiet. And Putu and her family, certaintly was. Her three little boys (ages 6-11) were silent as ever! And all the city was too. No stores are open, no cars or motorbikes on the street and no street lights!

I spent the day in my room- sleeping, meditating, doing light yoga, drinking water and juice, napping, reading and journaling. It was a blissful day! At night, I have never experienced such darkness! No electricity whatsoever. Even though, I basically laid around all day, I slept so well!

And when I could speak today, I really felt ready for a new year. Everyone seems refreshed and happy. It's truly great. I love Nyepi.


My bed.

More on Agogo


Picture of men carrying Arjuna as they sing and dance!

So the afternoon of Agogo was spent first at the temple praying (will describe prayer soon!) And then eating and then Agogo parade essentially. Basically at around eight, everyone arrives at their local temple (of course wearing traditional clothes which one must wear at any ceremony). At the temple, you get a good seat and hope your butt doesn't go numb from sitting on concrete for maybe three hours! Because then the village parades its Agogos! These are huge statues of different demons and gods made mostly out of Styrofoam with a bamboo base from which 10-15 men carry this Balinese style float.
So first, all Agogos are presented of course with live music (as more men carry along drums). Batuan had eight total. All unique. Some grutesque, others sexual, some funny and some quite heroic. After all have been initially displayed, each one is redisplayed with a little show. Each show is different. All have live music, some with full choral songs and chants, others with full length dance numbers, others with a story etc..! It is a real show! So much time is clearly spent preparing these little skits for the village and alas, this is how the Balinese celebrate their New Year's eve!
After all have been displayed, we parade back to our house, following which ever Agogo's are headed that way!


Los Maria and I watching Agogo!!

Jimat ceremony on Agogo


Jimat performing the Old Man Topeng at Temple Ceremony. Why the Old Man has a rock star wig, I do not know....??

Jimat took Los Maria, (woman from Columbia here fro six months) I (Japanese woman here for a year) and myself to watch him perform for a temple ceremony early morning on Agogo. Agogo is the day before the Balinese New Year for the demons... It is a time to honor them and ask them not to die or disapear (as this would upset them and the balance of life) . Rather, it is a time to ask the demons to return to their place and restore balance for new year.

Jimat and three other dancers performed a dance with various singing parts, it was quite lovely....



Car ride with Los Maria and I! On way to temple at 7.00 am, we are excited!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Festival with Jimat

A week and a half ago (I know I do not get to internet fast enough, sorry!) Jimat took Galu (a Javanese dancer) and myself to see him perform at a ceremony. We packed into his old jeep and battled the huge rainstorm on our way to a village near Ubud. First, we arrived at Santu's house. Santu is a young philosophical man who has been studying dance with Jimat since age five. It is his temple that Jimat and him will perform some Topeng masks dances this night.
Santu kindly greeted us with umbrellas, tea and cookies as we stalled at his house. The ceremony was of course starting late. It is half past eight when we arrive at the temple, carrying our baskets of masks and costumes to the stage. We are given tea and snacks (always there is some kind of snack given at ceremonies - usually rice with sugar, banana, coconut something..."don't ask, just makan/eat!" I am told). Then we prayed and watched the perfomance.
Really, the highlight of the evening, was the after-party - dinner with Santu's whole family. His wife prepared rice with chicken, tempeh, nuts and samblah (hot chili sauce- soo good!). We washed our hands and served ourselves rice and sides and ate with hands. To serve chicken was a huge deal for Santu and he insisted I have some, so I agreed. Must admit though that the vegetarian in me really no longer has any taste for chicken, but the offering I loved. The whole family sat patiently ensuring I had a huge plate to eat before they touched a piece of food themselves, generosity might be an understatement. I devoured the whole offering with my right hand, bit by bit, lick by lick.
Santu hopes to travel to the west to teach Philosophy. He is very passionate about the Balinese version of Hinduism. To him, this religion is broken down into two parts- meditation for yourself and dances and ceremonies for how you relate to others and celebrate life. His faith, according to him, can be summoned up into the phrase, "letting go." His whole family was quite curious about me and America, yoga and spirituality in the West. I left his gracious family feeling restored and comforted. Jimat kindly drove me home to Purnati (was still there at the time) well past midnight to rest before dance class with him the next morning! Great night! -a