one day

One day I often think of this day. I’ve had it in my mind on many yoga nidras, when they ask me to think of a place where I’m happy and free. Felt so rad when I found these pics in the archive and they’re just like I remember it. The light, the feeling. I haven’t edited any of the pictures other than resizing them.

It was on Sri Lanka last year, I was in a bad mood. My surfing sucked, I remember I cried after a session that was just the worst ever. Petter convinced me on going for lunch at Wijaya, I blogged about it here. After that we just grabbed our few belongings and started walking up the coast along the beach. Until we decided to catch a bus and walked up a path to an abandoned house with a mystic cat. It was almost impossible to get a bus to stop . Finally one stopped and we jumped on. Payed 20 rupees each, 0.2 dollars. I remember feeling so free. And in love.