The Rookie Blessed Adventure (3): Drinking the Love Concoction
July 9, 2001
Odysseus had asked his men to cover their ears from the sirens of the nymphs, so the nymphs couldn’t lure them out to the ocean. But, the cool quiet morning on the edge of Killarney looked so beautiful from my tent. The siren of the nymphs echoed in my heart, and was getting stronger… So, I put on my swimsuit and fell into Killarney’s seductive charm. The cool water run through my body and touched all my senses, fish ran through my legs and fingers. A couple back and forth laps were enough to sooth my dancing mind and heart.
Sat with Killarney in the quiet morning,
time seemed stand still
The wind echoed and transformed into wave
I didn’t want to be trapped to talk about Nature…
but, how was it Lord
I felt peace in the comfort of Your Love.
Mpok Cecil’s “bubur ayam”* (chicken congee) complete with “cakwe”* and chili sauce was a perfect breakfast after a pleasant swim. All of us were soon ready for another exciting day-trip to O.S.A Lake! Another 455m portage at the end of Killarney brought us to O.S.A. Lake. The G-string girls that we met while we were portaging to O.S.A. Lake were really fascinated Bang Jeha and Oom J. *smile* O.S.A. stands for Ontario Society of Artists. It was named after O.S.A. who worked with the government to have lands set aside to form the beginning of Killarney Park. O.S.A. has an important role in preserving Killarney’s unique wilderness landscape… a spectacular piece of Ontario’s natural heritage.
The bright-sunny day and clear-blue water welcomed us! While Ayrin and Trisna prepared our Philippine style lunch, the rest were busy picking blueberries. This was our small island for the day. Cak I was the first one who fell under O.S.A’s charm, he swam in her cool and clear water before having lunch. Oom J, Wita and Monic seemed to be held captive under blueberry attack. *smile* Their mouths never stopped chewing the purplish berry. A little later after a nice lunch, all of us except for Bang Jeha and Cak I were going for a swim around the lake. I guessed this lovely lake was filled only with our childish laughter. A small protruding rock was a witness to our enjoyment.
This love potion was so addictive that I hated to leave her water. So with Ayrin, I swam to the other small island. Mpok Cecil and Oom J were soon approaching us with the canoe. We climbed into the canoe, letting the warm sun dried our skin. The next target was a whitish rocky shore across the island. It’s a whitish and pinkish quartzite. We paddled to the shore, tied our canoe, climbed the rocks, sat on one of the biggest and smoothest slab of quartzite on site, and were ready to take the plunge into the water. *smile* Soon, Trisna, Wita and Monic joined in the fun.
We had three divers, Mpok Cecil, Oom J and Trisna. Mpok Cecil was a daredevil diver; she didn’t need spiritual preparation to do her jump… while Oom J and Trisna made their long spiritual preparation for their jumps. *smile* According to the jurors (I, Wita, Monic and Ayrin) Trisna “the motorboat” scooped the first place, not bad for a very long ‘meditation’ before the plunge. *smile* After a couple of jumps we returned to the base island. We could not drink this love concoction anymore for we had to head ‘home’ before the afternoon wave came. I took a last look of its ingredients, wishing to return someday and check for Wita’s and Monic’s pee-pee island. *smile*
On the way home we checked for a bird nest with the baby birds inside a standing stump. I could take a glimpse of their tiny bodies with my camera. It was so cute. *smile* Their mother was swirling around, watching our movements. She then flew to her babies when she felt that we’d left the area. Less than half-an-hour later we landed on our base camp. We’re tired from swimming, jumping, and paddling… but somehow felt very contented. So, that’s why Bang Jeha couldn’t help it to take off all his ‘modern skin’ and swam in Killarney and hopefully he didn’t scare away all natural habitats because of it. *smile*
While I prepared for our dinner, the mischievous Bang Jeha had introduced us to a new song: Papa, he loves Mama; Mama, he loves Papa. *smile* I think he watched the Pride Parade too much. *smile* A turtle with about 1m in length appeared near our fire site. We were so eager to take its picture, but it’s so timid and shy that it sometimes retreated when we talked.
Again, we sat by Oom J’s fire: drank our coffee or ginger tea, sang together, and let our mind wandered freely. The mosquito and bug attacks were not as fierce as last night, but strong enough to drove us away to our tents.
I still could hear
strong wind caressed the water, pine trees and my tent.
My mind wandered
to a few kind of water and beach that I met years ago:
The black sandy beach on the foot of
Mt. Anak Rakata in Strait Sunda;
The opaque-brownish and leech-infested water near Rumbai;
The white sandy beach of Putri Island;
The soft-brownish-sandy beach of Kuta in Bali;
The dark-shiny-sandy beach of Lovina in Bali;
The sediment-loaded rivers in most of Java Island;
The unspeakable beauty of glacier-river in New Zealand;
The thunderous waves
that keep hugging Cape Hope in South Africa;
The hot springs
that scattered at the edge of Izu National Park in Japan;
and all the water, beaches, rocks, rivers that have enriched my soul.
Now, I have one more to treasure: the clear lovely Killarney and the turquoise playful O.S.A.
Next episode: The Garden of God (July 10, 2001)
Note: “Bubur ayam”* and “cakwe”* are Indonesian-style meal and side dish with Chinese influence.