The thing about going into the unknown is that you really don’t know what’s going to happen. I know – that’s obscenely stating the obvious. But seriously, a space is created and anything can move into it.When I was married to Natalie we used to talk about having kids. We had the feeling that the first would be a boy and we would name him Phoenix. When the marriage ended there was almost a mourning period just for this unborn son.
So who should turn up in Ubud in February but Glen – an ex AFL player from Carlton and the Hawks, Kati – an Elvish Finnish girl, and their 8 month old, Phoenix. They taught me about something I’d never heard of – the Lotus birth. It involves not cutting the umbilical cord after birth and placing the placenta in a decorated bag that stays with the baby. After about 5 days or so the baby will let go of the placenta when it feels ready. Kati described the placenta as the baby’s first friend and the cutting of the umbilical cord as the baby’s first taste of the violence of life.
Interesting huh?
I spent a lot of time with this family, getting to know them and talking about similar experiences – from burning man to central America – the synchronicities rolled on. We joined up with an American couple, Karen and the A Man. Together we formed our little crew living amongst the rice paddies. We talked life, we walked through a couple of crises, we ate great food and indulged in many a massage.
Through this time I would make 2 more mistakes when it came to women, coming to the realisation upon reflection the simple truth that, God is not a pimp. That led me to the decision to embrace a year of celibacy. It’s fortunate that in Hebrew the word ‘year’ means ‘season’. And so my year of celibacy became a tidy 3 months – the time it would take to get to know and love my dear friend, Cat Kabira…
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