A little snippet of faith&Villages
Every now and again, whenever I return to Bali it is essential that I always come back to my village and pray to our ancestors for safety, success and whatever it is in our minds. Going back to the village had always reminded me how different of a person I had become. Living in Australia has shaped me into a stranger in my own culture. It is a shame that I did not study my Balinese further as well as my understanding in traditions and ceremonial rites. SHAME ON ME. Its like they always say, the youth either destroys or recreates or preserve cultures. I, on the other hand, am distancing (unintentionally) from my own culture, so in a way, I am indirectly destroying my culture.
No, we are not having a picnic. Just finished praying and were given our rice and holy water :) So, well…. Maybe, it was kind of a picnic. A spiritual one.
Look at it, so cute, trying to fly… Too bad its a chicken. :)
