My month-long journey in and around Sri Lanka was filled with so much joy. And yet it was my mum and the strong bond that is simply ours, that brought me the most amount of peace. The time was ours to enjoy, reminisce and grieve – my dad who is no longer with us(passed away eighteen years ago) was constantly in our thoughts.
In my haste to absorb everything from this trip, it struck me that It was important for me to hold my tradition and heritage in a space that welcomed my children to it. They were not born on this wee, gorgeous island and missed out on the beautiful memories I created as a child. It was not all glorious. There were things I saw and felt that took away from what I knew of the island as a child – um, that is just my opinion as an adult. My children however, loved every minute, even tolerated the heat because they have learned to associate that joy with my mum. They learned the importance of serving the community, they have begun to understand their role in the world and why it is they should not feel entitled. It is an ongoing lesson, but what a beautiful experience it was for them to visit a children’s orphanage and serve the little girls and boys their tea.
I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I enjoyed taking them….
The oldest connection to this stunning temple is the 8th century B.C. It stands 280 feet tall atop a mountain overlooking the Indian Ocean and acres of lush Jungle. We climbed almost 300 steps to the top.⇓ This cute fella lives at the bottom of the temple ⇓
⇑ I love seeing small businesses thrive. This lovely lady has a store that is tiny, with just enough space to house her hard work and creativity. We bought her hats on our climb up to the temple. It was 90°F.
⇑ and this lovely place is one of Sri Lanka’s first Fair Trade stores. The money spent here goes directly to the workers who create and sew by loom. Aren’t they beautiful?
⇓My chicks took some of their allowance to buy fruit and cookies for tea at the orphanage
I find each time I walk the world, I grow. A metamorphosis of sorts. A feeling that something bigger than I, exists. I will never tire of exploring. Do you feel this way?