Abu Dhabi, I love you. See you next year 🙂
Abu Dhabi, I love you. See you next year 🙂
My third burn. Moments in photography 🙂
Photos worth a thousand words. That sense of freedom, of expression, anonymity and yet community.
It’s dusty, it’s dry, hot, cold, it’s full of love, and we keep coming back to what we make into and love to call ‘home’.
‘Welcome Home!’ is my favorite greetings of all! It can do magic.
One big candle for gathering us home year after year, a happy new burn!
And a desert flower, sending love.
We fight so hard to protect our hearts from the unfolding unknown.
We scream and shout that we’re tired and want over the old.
We want to belong, to find home, the tribe, the unconditional loving-kindness.
So we keep traveling, keep moving, until.. 🙂
So I watched Tori Amos in Denver last Sunday. I had waited a dream-time for this.
It’s that time of the year again. On the verge of embarking towards new adventures & connections.
Do you dream in black & white? Sometimes, i dream in colors.
‘The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.’
~C. Joybell C.
I hope this long post makes up for my long absence 🙂 Scenic landscapes, tropical trees, wilderness, wild flowers, a variety of animals you constantly see here & there. What is also striking about Sri Lanka is how you don’t feel like a stranger at all, the way everyone greets you, smiles at you, asks you how you are. Yes, the simplicity of living. Except of course when you run into the few who ask you for a higher rate since that what all tourists everywhere go through? Sometimes it’s fun, sometimes innerving, but mostly you feel like a walking dollar bill 🙂 Enjoy this, and make sure you watch the home-made with love footage at the very bottom!
Sri Lanka’s beauty is beyond words. Makes one dissolve into nature. Amazingly breathtaking nature, feels like the trees are whispering ageless secrets to one another, blessing us with their timeless presence. The modesty that this brings out in me is beyond description. The silence and respect it imposes are beyond words.
The hot climate, the green colors & the wealthy vegetation & tea plantations bring peace to the eyes, and comfort to self. The Indian Ocean, and the gratitude for being there, in this godly land, divine in beauty. In Sri Lanka, even the clouds looks like angels & birds around here, scents of incense & burning goods invade your head… so do sunrises & sunsets 🙂
You gaze out there amazed at the beautiful nature untouched and unharmed by the hand of man. There is nothing more beautiful than the wild & free animals, to see them in their elements, to see the peace they shine, the extraordinary energy special to them at their best. And how the big & wild animals always have a bird (or two) for a companion, truly magical. I caught myself wishing love & healing to all those fascinating animals who are in captivity, wishing a happy & fair turn of events.
What if the dogs roaming the streets were a rebirth of former human beings? Their gaze is always pensive, they stare into our eyes in such peace & connectivity. Whether in Thailand, or in Sri Lanka, people refer to them here as ‘the guardians of the temple’, and I for one find them perfect for the mission 🙂
Sri Lanka’s beauty is beyond words. Makes one want to dissolve into nature, and surrender to peace.
The sun reveals all truths. The heat cleanses the body & soul. Warm clear waters revealing mesmerizing corals and magnificent underwater life. Spent 4 heavenly days in heavenly Trincomalee, with sweet people, who made me feel at home. To see the beauty our eyes beheld please watch the home-made footage Sri Lanka or the face of God, here.
I can’t help wonder how we got so far out in harming our nature, in my own country and worldwide. In Sri Lanka, people save their trees, when they need to make a road, or a residence, they unroot their trees to reposition and replant them, yes they do…! They don’t just sacrifice them for concrete. A harmonious coexistence between Nature & Man. Man cares and respects Mother Nature, and Nature takes care of her children by providing an abundance of food, water, and animal life. Almost everything there is Nature oriented. The houses, the cars, the services, facilities, essentials.
Here are some more snaps!
Ayubowan, as they say it so well in Sri Lanka, to say may you live long 🙂
Follow this link to the video, do it! Sri Lanka, the face of God.
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