ūüď欆Unawatuna Sri Lanka, hostel Carpe Diem.

Finally, I continued my journey and reached the coast of Sri Lanka. Originally, I planned a retreat in Sam's Ashram. From Colombo to Unawatuna, I traveled by train and bus, spending a few days in Unawatuna before visiting the ashram in the jungle. I noticed the many crows that made the coast lively but somewhat oppressive. The sea was loud and almost gloomy. Or perhaps it was me, I thought. I like places where nature takes up a lot of space and rhythm. Sri Lanka was naturally very vibrant and colorful. 

The bicycle I used to explore Unawatuna had a plastic flower basket and the roads were gravelly. Bits bits of rock would crumble from the cliffs at the roadside. Buses thundered past me at high speed, honking, as I watched from the roadside with my flower bicycle. Hesitant, I eventually joined the traffic, constantly stopping, letting others pass, waiting until I was overtaken, and not getting far. Then I thought, "Forget it, if I die, I'll die smiling with a flower basket." So, I decided to embrace the flow of traffic and suddenly found myself involved in the seemingly chaotic flow of traffic, realizing again how important it is to trust. A magic took over me, the magic of the present moment.


On another day, I was walking when Suranga approached me in a side street where I had left my flower bicycle. He seemed surprisingly familiar, and spontaneously, he offered me a wall to paint a mural. His friend runs a hostel with empty white walls. My dream of street art and large paintings came true, when Manura and I rode on a scooter to a store to buy colors. He trusted me, even though he had never seen any of my paintings before.

Tourists influence the culture and nature.

The most beautiful thing during the painting process for me was that many people gathered in front of the murals and having a good time at the Hostel Carpe Diem, while I was painting. 


Next, I dedicated myself to paint the mermaid on another wall. Manura's uncle provided me with food and Singhalese tea. During the day, he sat under the pavilion, read the newspaper and wondered what the surreal mermaid felt. I started to paint in the middle of the wall with her face and built the body, hair, and fingers around it in a flow. I was looked after in a very warm and familiar way.

In the end, they made a great fire with coconut shells, and we grilled a large fish as a thank-you and I am full of gratitude that lovely people have made this possible for me.

 Everything we need is already there and is enough. Das All es ist. Alles ist. Alex.

The uncle and I shed a few tears as we said goodbye at the gate. I skipped the ashram. I had found my meditation in art.



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Hey super, and funky hair. An elephants head would be nice


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