I’m back in Sri Lanka, Mother Lanka is how I like to call her as this island has been a place of growth and healing for me. A place where I feel safe and nurtured. Why here I wonder? I read that Sri Lanka has the lowest gravity on Earth, I love that, I have no idea what it actually means, but I bet it has something to do with that. Or maybe it’s the Lemurian theory?
I spend my days in awe of the beauty surrounding me.
From the bright and shining eyes of Sri Lankan children, to the way a saree falls on the women’s hips, or the rose-colored atmosphere at 6h20 PM in Kandy. But I especially see it in the wrinkled eyes of the elderly on the side of the road. I see it in the back rooms of tea shops where men gather to smoke. I even see it in the garbage ridden rivers that flow through the cities.
This is when I wished I were a photographer, so that I can show you what I see, that beauty lies everywhere. Perhaps it’s not beauty that I’m attracted to, but truth. Things, people, thoughts, they are more truthful here. The west has a habit of taking something pure and beautiful and turning it into something it is not, losing its essence, taking it away from what it truly is. I can see how it can be useful for society, but I also see how destructive it can be.
I went to a gym yesterday, in Nuwera Eliya, and I imagine its like is in most gyms throughout the world. The room was adorned with posters of western muscle men, ridiculous looking, you know the kind. Looking around, seeing all the beautiful young Sri Lanka men, lifting weights, ruining their small and slim, yet very strong bodies. It made me so sad. Can they not see how perfect they are? When did we decide that bigger was better?