We try to take Bo for a late afternoon walk every day, I often think it’s more for me than it is for her… to get me out of the house, to get a bit of that fresh air into me and to shake out any ill feelings I’ve had. It’s been a bit of a rocky weekend in our house. With some big decisions on the table, a s**tload of work, a baby who will only sleep in short bursts and a fair amount of exhaustion from travel – well, let’s just say we’ve needed those simple afternoon moments.
On each side of our house is a rice field. I love the way they smell… sweet and clean and fresh. We walk through them to get to the beach, or through to another quiet part of the village. The three of us walk together, we’ve done this since we’ve moved here. Through the rice fields, along the beach and back through little houses, washing lines and outdoor kitchens until we get back to the rice fields where we first began, and home. It’s a peaceful time of day, little fires burn as families gather together washing, cooking and bringing the day to a close. Depending on the tide the fishermen can be seen dragging boats up the chocolate sand and onto shore, lugging their catches in big nets to be sorted, packed and iced, ready for sale or auction at the market.
Some days, it’s the only moment I get to really just breathe, to remember why I loved it so much here when I saw this place with fresh eyes, when I first arrived almost three years ago. Some days this walk saves me from myself. Some days it get’s Bo to sleep, and on others she leans back in the carrier so she can see the light speckling through the coconut trees as it falls upon her face. She watches children play and cows graze. I can see her taking it all in, the sites, the sounds and the smells.
We all find calm here.
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