Another incredibly beautiful day begins, here in Kesbewa, Sri Lanka.!
It is quite dull and misty outside, yet warm. The birds are nonchalantly, irrepressibly chirping outside, and I am not sufficiently proficient yet to identify most of their calls - however, there is one I remember distinctly from my childhood, and that is the 'KOTTORUWA' (English name unknown!), something like the sound of the Australian Wattle bird.. There are several little KURULLAS'(birds) in the garden, which is glistening with raindrops, and it is "coming to rain" again, as my husband so eloquently puts it...He is in the land of Nod, and I quietly whispered to him that it was now noon in Australia, and I had to get some "work done"...
I sneaked out of bed, as I feel strongly that today is a day of ideas and inspiration for me... As I look at the date, it is the 11th January - no wonder I feel this way, I tell myself... I am a strong believer in numerology, and today is: 11/1/11: all the 1's! Also, 11 is one of the master numbers, which is half of 22, which is one of my numbers, and I was born on the 22nd! It all makes sense, to me.
Yesterday I had another two first encounters, or more appropriately - re-encounters- these reminiscences of my childhood are so strong, and are instant revivals in my mind of little stories, and experiences, which have been locked up, and latent, in my mind, for 50 years! The first was a flock of parrots which visited our garden soon after the rainstorm. I knew they were parrots, as they sounded very similar to the crimson rosellas which visit my home in Australia, AKASHA, in Montrose, Victoria. They are the most gorgeous bright green with orange beaks, and a blue tail. Very easily camouflaged in the trees, and very difficult to photograph when a delighted, excited me scurried out to capture them with my camera!
The second was my first sighting of a mongoose, as we drove in through the gate - sort of our equivalent to a possum, I suppose, or so I choose to think - they are furry, glossy black, with bushy tails. I whooped with delight as I saw it scuttle away from the whirr of the car's engine...Krishan is totally amazed at my powers of recall, both of past experiences, and my sudden sprouting of Sinhala words , sometimes unacceptable swear ones! And often chides me by joking that I am "cheating" him, in that I could not possibly have been away from my home for 50 years - my response to that is, that I firmly believe that part of my soul never left my birthplace when I migrated with my family to Australia in 1960.
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