/Melanie Verwoerd: The sound of silence and caramelised snakeskin

Melanie Verwoerd: The sound of silence and caramelised snakeskin

2019-11-13 08:45

All of us need some time out and time not only to slow down physically, but also mentally. As much as our bodies need to occasionally detox, we also need an occasional mental and spiritual detox, writes Melanie Verwoerd.

Any idea what the rarest commodity in the world is?
No, it is not some mineral, or exotic animal, or even water…

It is silence.

These days it is almost impossible to find silence
unless you make a huge effort. Just think about it. When last did you spend a
few days with only your own thoughts? No TV or Netflix, no phone, not even a
cat or dog to talk to. Just you…

I recently travelled for almost 24 hours to do exactly
that. When I decided to go to a silent retreat in Bali for five days, family
and friends were sceptical. “You are definitely going to be kicked out,”
said a family member; a sentiment shared by the rest of the doubting Thomases.

Okay, it is perhaps understandable given that I do
(and always have) made a living out of talking, but it could be exactly because
of my noisy occupation that a few days at The Bali Silent Retreat Centre appealed
to me so much.

This simple retreat is based in the rural, north-west
of Bali close to the mountains. The scenery is simply breath taking, with rustic
wooden huts surrounded by rice fields. Although guided meditation and yoga are
available, there is no obligation to do anything. There are very few rules: no
phones (there is in any case no reception or Wi-Fi), no smoking, no food in the
huts (since it attracts mice which in turn attract snakes) – and of course, no
talking.

Contrary to my family and friends’ predictions, I had
no problem being on my own in silence. However, being amongst people (at mealtimes,
for example) and not saying a word was rather difficult at first. It was challenging
to be with people for five days without having a clue where they were from, what
their names were or what they did for a living. It became a little personal
game to try and guess from body language where people were from and whether
they were friendly, based on whether they made eye contact and smiled, or not.

There were a few other challenges. The huts were open
at the top and despite having a mosquito net, the mozzies and I had an epic
re-enactment of the Battle of Blood River every evening. (They won.) Despite
loving the African bush, the Indonesian sounds at night were deafening and kept
me awake for a long time. Initially the darkness made me feel a bit unsafe –
occupational hazard of being South African, I guess.

Then there was the episode with caramelised snakeskin.
Every day, delicious vegetarian food was served, buffet style. Next to the
table there was always a black board identifying the different dishes by
number. The second morning at breakfast, I scanned the board: 1) spinach
frittata, 2) kitchree, 3) caramelised snakeskin… My brain froze. “WHAT?”

I swirled around to have a look at the table. There
was the egg thing at No 1, the kitchree at No 2, and something white and
leathery floating in a brown syrup at No 3. It didn’t look like snakeskin to
me, but then again, I have never had snakeskin – caramelised or otherwise.

My brain – which had finally started to slow down –
went into overdrive. “I thought this was a vegetarian place, how can they
kill snakes? Did one of them accidently follow a mouse into a hut and that was
the end of him or her? No… that can’t be right either. Maybe I should ask
someone? Shit! I can’t, I’m not allowed to speak!”

After a few minutes of frantic mind activity, I
decided to just skip No 3 at the table (and not even look at it again). I
turned back to the board to read the rest of the items, in the hope that they would
be less exotic.

The next line read “…fruit”.

I paused. My eyes went up to No 3 again.

“Caramelised snakeskin …fruit!”

Turns out someone had a bit of  sense of humour – with “fruit”
written very small on the next line and a smiley face next to it. Phew!

Dietary mishap aside, this retreat was one of the most
amazing five days of my life. Within an hour, I was walking slower and treading
softer in order not to make a noise. By the second day my brain started to calm
down and by day four, I started to have brief moments of non-thinking.

I ate slower – much slower and not only tasted the
food properly, but ate significantly less. Because I slowed down, I started to
notice little flowers and little insects. I heard the birds singing and the
beetles buzzing. I even stopped panicking when I didn’t have my phone in my
hand.

All of us need some time out and time not only to slow
down physically, but also mentally. As much as our bodies need to occasionally detox,
we also need an occasional mental and spiritual detox. It is extraordinary the
level of mental clarity that I got from only a few days of silence.

Of course, not many people can go to Bali and finding silence in our townships and
populated areas is almost impossible. But, just switching off the TV,
phones and computers for a day every now and then will help. Getting up early
before family and the rest of the neighbourhood rises can also be a very
special and quiet time. Every person will differ in how they seek silence, but
seek it we all must.

Leaving the retreat was tough, but I decided to go
back next year and do at least 10 days.

Ja, family, I can hear you all groaning in disbelief.

– Melanie Verwoerd is a former ANC MP and South African Ambassador to Ireland.

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