Well, this is all mind blowing for me...and I truly mean that. The only Balinese woman I have ever really known is my wife. Before meeting her (another string), I never dated or even thought of dating a Balinese woman. Until my wife and I were married, I never became close friends with Balinese women either.
While I’m very close to my two sisters in law, Made and Nyoman, discussions like these for me with them are almost impossible, but in our own way, we are able to convey the essentials.
For me, it’s absolutely GREAT to be able to share some frank conversation with Ni Luh and Kadek (and hopefully not forgetting someone else). In a very serious way, I feel we are kindred spirits. They, as Balinese are living away from Bali, and me, a foreigner living in Bali. As Ni Luh and Kadek adapt to the culture where they currently live, I do the same thing, here in Bali. Our mutuality is that we each call Bali home. Kadek, you are too kind and I am not deserving of these words,
Om Roy seems to practice it with great devotion and pride that would make any Balinese who dare to abandon their culture shameful.
I am deeply moved by those words, and I cannot proclaim, matur sukusma enough times. I know I will always be what I am, essentially a tamu in Bali, and surely bule. I have no problem accepting that fact, and for me to become Balinese is just not what the Gods had in mind, this time around anyway.. All I want is for my sons to be embraced by Bali, and her people, as that is what they are, currently anak di Bali, and one day, just simply Balinese. In our banjar, that has already happened.
When it’s time for me to pass this world, I will be cremated in adat fashion. After I am purified at the sea, ready to be reincarnated, who knows...maybe when I come back, I’ll be an orang di Bali asli!
In the meantime, (as I’m not that ready to become an orang di Bali asli) I think it’s great that Kadek and Ni Luh offer so much, as they do, to this forum. In spite of all my efforts, both with my own wife, and my cousin Wayan Dedik, they both seem to find the time to be here impossible. I think both Ni Luh and Kadek understand that very well. Balinese on Bali are very, very busy people and finding the time to even check their e-mail is almost impossible.
Ni Luh, the “pinning over Thorsten” thing was just a continuation of the fun you all were having. That’s it.
I want to leave this post with an item I recently found while cleaning out my files. I wrote this in 1998 and I think I posted it on the Bali Travel Forum. Now re-reading it, my mind hasn’t been changed a bit:
FEMME DE BALI
For me, the “femme de Bali” are among the most beautiful and unique women in the world. The women of Bali are strong, physically and emotionally. This great strength is balanced with a tenderness and grace I’ve not experienced anywhere else on earth. Their grace is evident to all who come to Bali and simply watch them as they conduct their daily activities. Their tenderness, however, can only be appreciated through intimate relationships.
In the early days of Bali’s rise in fame as a tourist destination, specifically the 1920’s and 30’s, it was the appeal of Balinese women that constituted the major draw. Expatriate artists, Willem Hofker for example, sought to ennoble these unique women on paper and canvas. Other artists of note and fame as Le Mayeur de Merpres, attempted the same. Indigenous Balinese art of that time, and unto today, presents the Balinese woman in the most admirable light, with complete respect, reverence and a deserved noble status.
Tourists are often appalled, as I was myself when first seeing trucks filled with large and heavy rocks being off loaded by Balinese women as the male driver sat in comfort smoking his cigarette. To this very day, the likelihood of a Balinese woman being married before she is pregnant by her suitor is slim. It would never occur, or be accepted by the Balinese male that he might be “shooting blanks.”
But, do not feel sorry for the Balinese women. Balinese society, albeit seemingly male dominated, is also very matriarchal. Young Balinese boys are taught from birth to respect and love their mothers, and in their upbringing within traditional Balinese compounds they also learn to love, respect, and admire their sisters, aunties, grandmothers, and virtually every female member of their Banjar.
In short, Balinese men are allowed and expected to be men by Balinese women, and women are allowed, and expected to be women by Balinese men, in spite of their biological and social disparity. It all seems to work here better than anywhere else in the world. There is no such thing as “women’s liberation” here in Bali, as the women of Bali are, in essence, already in control. The men just don’t realize or acknowledge it. In the published words of Victor Mason, “they are the most normal people alive.”