I’m just back from my weekend retreat at Samadhi, up in the Knuckles near Digana. It was hard to tear myself away.
Many of you may know that my favourite places in Sri Lanka are in the Knuckles Ranges, otherwise known by their Sinhala name Dumbara, the Misty Mountains. For the three days of our retreat the views were sublime – trees, forests, mountains, puffy clouds and periwinkle blue skies, sweet pinky mauve sunsets. The silence – remote silence, our silence – enlivened by the sound of water rushing over rocks, the rustling passage of the breeze through trees and bamboos, frogs and crickets singing to each other in the dark.
I stayed on – I couldn’t imagine going from silence back to the city in the matter of hours. The rain began at 3.19am – gentle, steady – obscuring views, creating others.
All the while my computer, which had crashed after the good news of The Girls’ “New Home” (Yin and Yang, right?) was at the Apple repair shop. I wasn’t really worried but by yesterday I was bursting to pick it up, because although I’d prepared myself for massive failures (due to poor light – the retreat didn’t break up till just before sunset) I’d set about taking photographs that night, and from the sanctuary of my umbrella the following morning.
It was a blissful interlude before the move starts and I’m avid to share some of the hundreds of shots I took of this singular place, but for now I’m too full of this perfection – captivating in every way.