You can never recapture
The sight of your first snowfall
Or the tenderness of your first love
The feeling of aloneness in the wilderness
Memories cascading like waterfalls of time
First memories of splashing in puddles
And seeing brightly wrapped presents from Santa
Scrunching on carpets of Autumn leaves
And the smell of nuts from the gum tree
Memories cascading like waterfalls of time
Hearing the song of a Tui
And the flit of the fantail
Chasing waves on wild beaches
And rainbows after spring showers
Memories cascading like awterfalls of time
The smell of your grandparents
Sitting in their warm laps
And a coin slipped in you pocket
And hugs that radiated eternal love
Memorioes cascading like waterfalls of time
The strong tug on your fingers
As you hooked your first fish
And squirmed at the thought
Of having to handle and gut it
Memorioes cascading like waterfalls of time
Ablai caught his first fish today, a 'trigger fish.' " It tastes like chicken,' says John. Ablai is 11 and it was his first fishing trip and I was reminded of a poem I wrote (above) some years back about how you can never recapure many things you did for the first time. It was such a joy watching him hook, haul in the line, and see the first and only fish he has caught.
The team 'The skipper' rear left and John Kao. In the front Ablai, left and Jason Kao.
Ablai McKerrow (l) and Jason Kao (r) before starting on the trip today.
Master diver and marine expert John Kao who took us on the trip today. John has been diving professionally most of his life, apart for some years in the early 90s when he was a field officer for the IFRC for 3 years with the Red Cross Internally Displaced Persons programme during the war in the north of Sri Lanka..
The fish Ablai caught wasn't quite this big, as he examines the one caught by the other boat that we met at sea.
Quite a few container ships were waiting off shore, hoping to unload in Colombo Port.
While the rich and famous patronise the more up market beaches south of Colombo, ordinary families living in Colombo use this beach near Hotel Baech Wadia. where we started and ended outr trip today.The sight of your first snowfall
Or the tenderness of your first love
The feeling of aloneness in the wilderness
Memories cascading like waterfalls of time
First memories of splashing in puddles
And seeing brightly wrapped presents from Santa
Scrunching on carpets of Autumn leaves
And the smell of nuts from the gum tree
Memories cascading like waterfalls of time
Hearing the song of a Tui
And the flit of the fantail
Chasing waves on wild beaches
And rainbows after spring showers
Memories cascading like awterfalls of time
The smell of your grandparents
Sitting in their warm laps
And a coin slipped in you pocket
And hugs that radiated eternal love
Memorioes cascading like waterfalls of time
The strong tug on your fingers
As you hooked your first fish
And squirmed at the thought
Of having to handle and gut it
Memorioes cascading like waterfalls of time
Navam Maha Perahera festival which starts at the Gangarama temple, two minutes walk from our apartment..
The streets of Colombo transform under the weight of 100 colourful elephants during tomorrow's full moon. Since 1979, the Navam Maha Perahera has annually attracted more than a million spectators to the Gangaramaya Temple, at Hunupitiya by picturesque Beira Lake.
The event usually has as many as 1000 performers. The fearsome kas karayas inaugurate the processions by cracking their whips in the air, while schoolchildren scurry behind, carrying colourful flags.
Plenty of noise is contributed by percussion bands, conch shell blowers, stilt-walkers, flautists and drummers, but the real guests of honour are the elephants, visiting from all over the island.
So today's holiday was so enjoyable and tomorrow promises to me a colourful one, with lots of noise, excitement and epitomises what I like about Buddhism..
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