Elephant

While in Sri Lanka, we hunted and collected a few treasured from Galle and Kandy. While in Sri Lanka; we found some rare old Antique Petrus Regout Royal Sphinx Tea Cups, some old British empire spoons, climbed Sigiriya Rock and rode an Asian elephant.

The bowl looks like a small tea bowl or waste bowl; called spongeware. It has crescent moon and star inside. This particular piece of Spongeware was made for the Middle East, a tea bowl made from c.1883 to 1900.

It seems British and Dutch Empires were expansive with many diverse cultures serving in these Empire expeditions including the many religions who were Islam, Buddhist and Christian. As a result many types of pottery were made to serve these cultures during the colonisation of these empires.

Galle is a city on the southwest coast of Sri Lanka. It is known for Galle Fort, the fortified old city founded by Portuguese colonists in the 16th century. Stone sea walls, expanded by the Dutch, with architecture reflecting Portuguese, Dutch and British rule.

Ceylon was the country’s name then, known now as Sri Lanka. A British Crown colony between 1802 and 1948; a Buddhist nation but with a growing population of the Islamic people. The British ruled on the island and it lasted until 1948 when Ceylon gained it’s independence.

This old cup, considering the distance it has traveled and the age it is; it is amazingly in good condition and it remarkable it has survived. This bowl has fork marks. There is a small chip on the rim; but no cracks. There is crazing.

Most of the painting is still brilliant and on the outside and clear with the red crescent moon and star on white background inside. Glaze is good.
The Royal Sphinx stamp mark is clear on the base; Petrus Regout & Co. Maastricht Made In Holland.


Petrus Regout, in Maastricht, Holland. In 1836 Regout built a modern steam-powered pottery and was soon able to make ceramics that could compete with the best English products.
From 1880, his exports took off worldwide. From order books and correspondence with agents and buyers in the firm’s extensive archives, Petrus Regout sold these wares in Egypt, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Sudan, Turkey, Lebanon, Syria, the Arabian Peninsula, Iraq, Iran, British India and Indonesia.

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What Is Spongeware?

Traditionally spongeware was created on earthenware, which is defined as “some of the earliest clays used by potters, which is highly plastic, easily worked and containing iron and other mineral impurities.” Earthenware is usually fired at a lower temperature than stoneware, roughly 1745°F and 2012°F (950°C and 1100°C).

The earthenware provided a great base for the decorative spongeware to adhere to. Spongeware pieces are typically very functional, often things like mugs, bowls, vases and pitchers for use in the kitchen. For this reason, many pieces were made in molds. Once the piece was ready, a glaze was then applied to the surface piece in sporadic or in a deliberate fashion, dependent on what look the potter was going for.

Moon flower

At night in the garden
When everything comes alive
There is sweet song
It surrounds my heart.

Beyond the quiet end of day,
Whispering to the trees to pray,
Laughing with the moon flower,
Falling in love with the sunset,
Consulting with the moon,
Gazing up at the starry sky.

With my hand over my heart,
The hand other touching the earth,
Discovering the generosity
Here born of this Universe.

Its beauty caresses my soul
Then a gentle touch goodnight,
Like a beautiful dream beginning,
Moon colors blooming in mystery,
Only at night of an unreal light,
Translucent and pale.

And to my delight,
This moonflower tale
Bids me fair passage
To where we may dwell
We all once sail
On the moonflower pale.

Moon flowers (Botanical name: Ipomoea) are called moon flowers because they bloom in moonlight. Christopher shared these beauties with me whilst in his garden. They very large blooms and are a beautiful white flowers with a star-like shape. The flowers quickly open at night and last the entire night. They close when the sunlight touches their petals. 

Myna Bird


Waking up this morning to the calls of two myna birds croaking, squawking and chirping along with the clicks and whistling whilst fluffing their feathers in their morning ritual bath. I was infatuated watching the two of them bob their head in singing. They bathe every morning in Christopher’s front garden in his pond. He said there were two guppies in the pond, but strangely they have gone missing somehow. 

A few years ago, I would have not dream that I would be here in Sri Lanka, nor did I think I would be so curious as to watch myna birds bathing in the morning outside my window. I loved it here and the sweetness that runs through this place.  

Such a lovely culture here. The people are kind, the land is lush with an incredible variety of fruits, spices and vegetables. Our host has been most kind and generous. I can see why someone might like to stay; perhaps even like to set up residence.  Perhaps Buddha was right. “Change is the only constant in universe.”

Science says that the brain and body are constantly in action; progressively flowing. And from a science perspective, I think it means the brain and body are constantly in motion and fluid and that there’s no such thing as an unchanging self.


It’s a concept I think in which states that our brain and our thoughts are malleable and that it gives the ability and it’s reasoning towards our purpose. 

It means we can even if we don’t like the way something is we change the way we think about it. In many aspects, I think it opens up greater possibilities for growth. This concept can be incredibly liberating. Why? 

Because we not necessarily defined by our thoughts or ideas of who we think we are, but by who we want to be.  The possibilities are endless. We are human and we are about change and it is constant and life is about our being; about adapting and choices.  I think I could watch the myna birds every morning. I might could adapt well here. 


“Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change. Being is always becoming.”
– Buddha

Awaiting you awaiting me

Eventually it would be just the two of us again, but it was now when the emotions came, where taking turns touching down with caresses, which seemed to be only the intimacy between you and me before I had to leave. These were the last few instincts that were instilled in us, to say our last goodbyes, parting for a brief time. It had to be this way before being torn apart by the border patrol. I think this was the hardest parting I have ever experienced; to be united and then suddenly separated by a continent, by the laws of immigration, because it really seems to me that I just found you.
It seems so unfair to have to leave you now.

As an American in the UK, I discovered it’s impossible to obtain a Visitors VISA for longer stay than six months. You literally have to leave England from Heathrow, return to America and not to be able to return for 24 hours minimum or you will be deported. As ridiculous as it seems; anyone who does not have the means to pay for their ticket home would have to go back to the original country their last departure of origin, which in my case would have been Sri Lanka and would not be allowed back in the UK if you did not comply.

So all I can remember is our last goodbye, like they were like the the touches of cloves and cinnamon massaging souls and spices, the unknown scents dissipating, as we moved into the last of our heated affections, and yet, in these last few minutes, it moved us into chaste positions; perched upon our hips, then our sides, under your shoulders, and kisses and where my tears fell down again into spaces so evasive, and it’s where I found you giving me constant attention.

It was when we looked into each other’s eyes, for the last time and you were able to tell that my heart was sad, finding that I would begin to long for your quality of being, of this last meeting between us; quite literally, until the bright lights dimmed, leaving me, having silent conversation between the border agents and that was all that was left hanging in the air, leaving me with only minutes that left us stretched into our last few peaceful moments together; missing you and awaiting me; awaiting you.