Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Visiting Joel & Nana




Joel Singer is a our long-time friend, who was married to James Broughton, the poet & filmmaker about whom my husband, Stephen Silha, made the film BIG JOY over a decade ago. 

Joel has been living in Bali for many years & we've visited him & his late husband Nirgrantha, before he died five years ago. We went down to Northern California several years ago to celebrate Joel's wedding to his new love, Nana, who is Indonesian. Now both couples (we and they) have developed a further mutual friendship. We traveled together around Sri Lanka in late 2024, with our friend Orlando.

Nana is an aesthetician & herbalist who peruses the early markets to collect the best of exotic fruits to offer for our breakfasts when we visit. He is a charming & sensible healer... always making some tasty tonic, with spices fruits & herbs... like his amazing jamu

But the black garlic, aged for two weeks in a simple appliance (which is now my next desire), astounded because it was so rich that he served it like a side "candy" (see right, below durian and above pineapple) to the fruit plates, which were arranged like brilliantly colorful paintings, with sculptural fruits in their shells... I can only appreciate his skills, with a healthy appetite for more!  

Joel now has acquired a significant portion of ownership of this wonderful property. It is called Villa Vajra (vajasra) -- that being the name chosen for the first & largest of several villas now built on the land. All in cooperation with the owner, as foreign owners are not allowed; just investors. They have a long-term lease. This, it seems, is the way the Island encourages the rampant growth which is the base of its current economy. 

These villas are built on the edges of still-planted rice fields, with farmers herding ducks to clear the fallow patties of pests & grubs, to begin tilling the patties... before the priests of the nearby temple, the controllers of the irrigation system, allow them to flood again to plant with the rice seedlings, sprouted in a small nursery bed nearby.  There is only a single bit of noise from a motorized machine to prep the mucky soil before the farmers settle them quietly by hand into remarkably regular rows to grow until the harvest.

That quiet lifestyle has been the way this gentle culture has become fabled for its art, dance & music... all as good & well-grounded living. 

I feasted on this scene of humans wielding hand tools as a vignette one day...  a slice of traditional life adjacent with the new.   

 The view from the new opening dining room doors of one Villa looks across the reflection off the flooded paddy of the landscape around the larger part of Villa Vagra ...

 

When we returned a month later, that water had become an established crop. 

A boardwalk which bisects the patio & bridges the space between these two original buildings...

 

 


 
A stone walkway over an irrigation stream & through a small forest of large-sized bamboo brings one up to a handsome gate into another welcoming terrace... where one can walk left to Villa Sati 2.
One wall in this villa is a water feature of quietly dripping moisture over a stone wall. Now the previously total enclosure tall vaulted space oroof has been cut open with wide sliding doors giving a broad view over the water of the rice paddies, ducks & the occasional farmer. 

Just out of sight is a grill kitchen, so that the space functions as a dramatic dining room... freeing the Villa Sati, which Joel & Nirgrantha designed for themselves... another tall traditional roof, quite a bit smaller, more intimate living-dining-kitchen space as an airy cube of glass in a lush tight garden with a small lap pool & a generous hot tub. 

A separate bedroom with a bath, shower & a huge tub... big enough for both us us when Nana treats the two of us to one of his hand picked herbal baths. We so appreciate being spoiled by his artful craft.

A boardwalk, studded with pots, guides one on the traverse across the adventure of flooded rice-fields toward the largest villa, which is busy as a multi-use gathering & entertaining pavilion, with three bed/bath suites & another, used as a versatile library or guest suite.

Inside its front gate are stone pads to walk over a pond teeming with always hungry fish... following you until one gets to the two suites, 

or... take the stairway down to the lower pools or the large room...

 

 Beyond the villa, with its pools of lily pads & papyrus with active fish, then a cascade down to the swimming pool and hot tub alongside the vaulted roof sheltering a large open living area. 

The core of the various reasons Villa Vagra was conceived & built as a versatile space, which has recently been used to be a part of Nirgrantha's bequest to invite selected serious souls to sit in silent meditation for a periods of at least a month. Other times it has been reserved for larger families or groups of friends, as part of the income to support this property. We are honored & pleased to have been included in the sometime guest list.


 
 It is an open, airy space protected only by shades to be rolled down during inclement weather... 

 

 

 

 Across the pool is the lower suite, which we'd never yet been given as our quarters before, but the meditators were leaving as we arrived. 

 It became a fine arrangement, particularly because we met a painting from their large collection which I'd not yet seen & which I love & still lust a bit for...

  

Like most of the bathrooms, this one is mostly open to an outdoor garden...

 

Just beyond the room, down the slope, is a roofed area where folks meditate and where Nana gave each of us massage. 

 Beyond are stairs down to a roofed  bale... then more stairs down passing the small & well outfitted gym before continuing to drop through numerous landscaped terraces down into the steep ravine, ending at a small river... all of this originally landscaped by Nirgrantha, when he was more spry. I was quite inspired by my exploration of this walk on an earlier visit some years ago... when I too was more spry. I'm glad for that memory! 

Returning from the deep slope to walk back along the boardwalk to Joel & Nana's Villa Sati, one can see the front complex of structures which we've watched develop over our years of visits, spanning quite a few life & social evolutions with accompanying changes of design. 
  
 
 Some  like the big dining room doors (just out of view at the far right side of this image)... feel like improvements, but others... like the structure topped by a problematic railing behind & above, which is not very "traditional" & jars my eye... can easily removed as they anticipate remaking much of it into a kitchen & 'lab' for Nana's evolving food explorations. 


 



These final videos might tell a several good, if subtle stories, of the four of us interacting while observing  Nana attack & wrestle with a huge durian... 

 
 
We played with a variety of domestication as part Bali this visit. 
 
 
We certainly felt more "at home" this trip!  

Monday, April 06, 2026

BEING BALI… Post two...

 


Our Bali experience was more fulsome than I shared in the first post. I am offering more about the month of February during which we leased the Bali Beach House in the fishing village of Amed...

 What I called the "Water Spider Boats" were the traditional fishing boats - a constant feature of the visual environment, whether at sea or moored on the beach. Graceful & quite useful for fishing or touring visitors to the many underwater wonders of the Amed coast. Narrow deep hulls stabilized by twin bamboo out-riggers & an engine made them graceful & swift... a bit of romance to the eye.


They could also use triangular sails... adding yet more spice... 

These fishing boats are simple, while being also complex, with wrappings of rope or tape to hold the out-rigger parts to the hull. I made observation of the devices when I accompanied Stephen's snorkeling exploration one day... also experiencing the feel of the ride at various speeds in quiet water & with a rainstorm pending. Unfortunately, our captain did not have enough English to answer my curiosity questions. But I was impressed by the boats' engineering, which allowed them to be quite efficient for moderate skills on a beach acting for a dock or dry-dock.

The beaches frequently were crowded with these boats, as they were mainstays of livelihood.



We hired one of them to take SFS out to snorkel, giving me the experience of the ride & to examine the way they are put together...



Pardon me if I get repetitive. It's one of the blessings of maturity!
There are so many ceremonial observances in their daily lives; here we are almost posed with the very friendly owners of the house: Nengah & Putu. (I'll write more about her later in this post.)


I'm sharing several rather long, not much edited videos of the House-Blessing-Cleansing Ceremony  which took place while we were there, & to which we were invited....along with all the staff, who are like family...




We practiced new rhythms for our days... finding bits of unusual play & fun... sometimes even quite silly! 

SFS in Hammock demonstrated hanging-out comfortably...


I was drawn by the pool during sunny morning hours...

We enjoyed the staff, who, after making our breakfast, tidying the house & cleaning the pool... left us to our privacy


The three guys, each being named Wayan, which means they were first born in their families, each acquired descriptive nick-names we used to identify them in our stories. One Wayan liked dancing to our music & would dance playfully as he went about his yard work. 

He also had the job of doing some clean-up out on the beach in front of the house... beyond the purple door in the enclosure of the wall...

 
 
 
We loved the complicated sculpture of the roots of a tree close to the Balle [the roofed outdoor bed with views over that wall to the constant sounds of the surf... ]

 
The interior structure of roof of the Bale, above its cushion was dramatic...
 
From there we could look up to the balcony/deck of our second floor bedroom...

The bedroom on the ground floor below that was nice... 

... but that space felt too-enclosed... with heavy furniture.

 

 We preferred the more open & airy one above it, feeling more like a tree-house, with views of the sea & weather from its deck. 

But, I certainly liked to choose the bathroom on the ground floor... which was almost not a room at all, being more like a greenhouse with a shower... open to the sky.

I am also certainly choosing to share more "food porn" from the kitchen...









One of the cooks made us a cake with a Jack-fruit... which was over-the-top- delicious

The bakery also furnished delicious pastries...

A tree by the pool proved to be a Calabash as we researched on-line... curious about which grew the hollow bulbous gourd-like fruits having been tucked into the forks of its branches, which have been used historically as containers... ... a fascinating sighting & discovery to me as a gardener.,,


This simple shrine hung on the wall facing the sea...
 
It was part of the example of the way their culture, even as it is Hindi, was also quite animistic... honoring the life of the mountain & sea.... of plants , home & daily life itself. There were several stations where honor was paid... from the altar just inside the purple gate at the street, inside the courtyard of the house's front door then at this shrine marking where would be the house's "back door" entrance from the purple gate opening through the wall to the sea where, when we'd first arrived, there had been a similar shrine, mounted on a stone pillar, still remaining outside the house's wall... having been taken temporarily away to the temple for a larger ceremony, not yet having taken place before we left.  Putu, the lady of the house, left floral offerings & lit incense every morning at dawn. I would often be wakened curiously, given my life-long proclivity to sleep late... but that habit seems also to be changing to enjoy earlier morning activities. Proof that this ol'dog can learn new tricks... & enjoy them!
 
 One of those early mornings I caught the  incense  still smoking, tucked in a crevice... 
 

Mount Agung, a volcano still frequently active & considered sacred,
reminded us of our own volcano Tahoma temporarily sleeping at home...

We could see Gunung Agung from one of our favored restaurants... with one ambitious young waiter who we liked & could jokingly have brought home with us... we do love sweetly collecting memories of attractive young men during our travels.. appreciating their presence & their potential futures, as booty of our travels.
 
In all, we had a grand, indulgent month of education in ourselves!


This is how we practice the arts of "retirement"!