Oh, to be a child again playing in a duyan!
I’ve always loved being in a duyan. When I was young I would climb into it and sway back and forth in the breeze. It was a special duyan because it was made by my Nanay. Having no extra money to buy a duyan from the market, she diligently washed and sew together two sacks of rice. It was a sturdy duyan and for a year or two it swayed in the breeze each time I would climb into it and nestle myself within it.
As I got older, I continued loving the duyan. After a day of my love affair with the sea, I would prefer to lie quietly, lost in thought, within a duyan hung between the trees. It meant sweet leisure, quality time with myself, and a promise of peace. I would watch the tree sheltering me and wonder if they will continue sheltering weary souls long after I faded from memory.
I would stare blankly at their robust branches that make intricate patterns against the bright, wide, blue sky as the sun rays dapple through the leaves of the trees kissing my skin. It always makes me realize that I am sheltered in the canopy of ever changing skies and that I may be just a speck in the universe but I am part of something greater, something that’s good.
Ah, to lie quietly in a duyan..to think of moments gone by and moments yet to come, to contemplate about Time, Life, and Being. It makes my soul at peace, awakens my heart to life, and opens my eyes to the simple but lasting pleasures that Nature blesses humanity with. Life is sweet with a duyan. If only I have extra space in my home in the city, I would definitely hang one.
Winkie and Shawie thought I am the one in the duyan. No po, that isn’t me. I was the one who took the picture and I am glad the lady obliged with much gusto ;). She has become one of my most trusted friends since then..LOL 🙂