written October 20, 2012.
Where I am right now: 3pm on a Saturday, lying on a mat on my beloved covered porch in suburban Jogja as some of the season’s first rain comes in, Andrew Bird’s instrumentals playing quietly off my laptop, enjoying a clove. The rain falls in fat dollops on the dirt yard, catching light for a second or two before being absorbed into the dry earth, others falling where there hadn’t been water before, creating almost a light show if you watch it the right way.
I don’t know if I will ever have another year quite like this one. A year to relax, focus, concentrate on what is important to me and the communities I live and work in. Workdays supporting programs bring healthier living to millions, then extended afternoons like this one to breath and let my mind relax and feel creative. I am so grateful, and quietly incredulous at my luck at landing in this place, at this time.
I wonder, as I live out this experience — and it’s hard to avoid that a chapter of this is closing, or already closed — about the combination of place, culture, people, work, that have all mixed together into one of the most rewarding years of my life. In ten years can I come back here and feel the same peace? Or is it the combination of everything in their own proportions which has made this so potent? I can only classify it in one hybrid Indonesian word, Jogjaku, my Jogja, the pieces of my surroundings that together have directly impacted little insignificant me. It doesn’t really matter, and there is no point in mourning the closing of such a time period, since it has happened and one day it won’t be happening, and that’s it. For right now, three more hours of daylight, another clove, and a little more music till the sun sets.
Jogja, sunset.