Sri Lanka is doing so well in tourism, that it is showing up in my personal life. I sold my first photo ever, on the stock photography site Alamy, for an article featuring safari in Sri Lanka. I uploaded some 50 photos in 2016 to see how it works.
To see that a well-established travel website has chosen a photo I took, filled me with happiness. I feel it as a blessing, a small break-through and a sign to keep going because photography is something I am really passionate about. Interestingly, the article was written by a friend of mine and the photos to be featured were chosen by a different team. What a synchronicity!
I long for Sri Lanka. I don’t think I have ever been away from it for so long (3 years). It is in my heart and it talks to me as I sit inside my apartment in Toronto, unwilling to go outside with an extreme cold warning at -22 degrees.
I am reminded of Island Spell written by the Sri Lankan poet Wendy Whatmore:
I am wrapped in a strange enchantment,
Caught in an island spell,
Snared by an age-old magic
Of a love no words can tell.Not for me the far-away places,
Not for me the thirst to roam,
The tug at my hungry heartstrings
Is the call of my island home.
I am drowned in her great, green waters,
Burnt by her golden sun,
Dazed by her starry heavens
When her purple dusks are done
I have drunk the wine of her moonlight,
I have lain at her breast thro the years,
I have shared her joys and her laughter,
I have bled with her sorrow’s tears.
I have lain on her yellow beaches
With my ear to a fragile shell,
And heard in its low sweet murmur
My wordless island spell.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to overcome the “Island Spell”.
I can also think of other things that call me home: grandmother, friends, cousins, grandmother’s flowers, our porch, birds that visit it; parrots, mynas, bulbuls, tiny squirrels, warmth of the sun, trees that I have known since I was a child, fruits, curries, paddy fields and the air itself.