Sunshine within

Yesterday morning I woke and ran through a rainy grey day to the beach. My last day in Eastbourne and I had a yen to run barefoot on the beach…

I arrived here the Saturday before last and began to write then…

This is a record at the beginning and end of a wonderful week and a bit…

Sunday January 22nd….

I woke at 6am today, a frosty winter’s morning in England, time travel has happened, yesterday I woke at the same time ( although the clock read 7am in Spain!) to a balmy Almuñécar with Facebook announcing to me that the sun was returning to Almunecar (FB knows everything it seems !)

When I landed at Gatwick later the same day, I found myself with a trio who had never landed at Gatwick before needing to get from the north terminal to the train station in the south terminal…
Two were Spanish twin brothers, coming to spend 6 months in Brighton working and polishing their English…
I told them I wanted to keep speaking Spanish and they wanted to start speaking English, so we agreed to speak each other’s language as we navigated our way through a busy Saturday afternoon at Gatwick airport…. The third of the party was also Spanish, a lady who now lives in South Africa and was in the UK to visit her son, but interestingly she is Spanish by birth and so acted a very good translator at times translation was needed!

Spain was following me…

Once I had established they all were okay and knew which platforms and trains to catch, I bought my own ticket and sat for twenty minutes watching the world go by….

And today (Sunday 22nd Jan) I am in a bright feisty frosty world of beauty.
I ran to the Lamb pub to meet Jim and Rupert , it was just getting light and as we ran to the seafront we watched the sun rise in magnificent streaky pink pale blue beauty

And now, February 1st, I am about to post this piece of writing in sunny Lanzarote, the sun gently starting to sink in the sky….

A few hours ago my sister Rosy and I took off from Gatwick…

My musings on the plane….

‘I feel the need the need for speed….’
I am sitting next to my sister Rosy who is chatting to the lady next to her;

My friend Athena Jane has a mission to get the whole world saying in unison ‘I feel the need, the need for speed’ – from the film ‘Top Gun’- as the plans soars into the sky … Maybe today I was the only one who said it, on this flight, but I am sure it will ‘take off”! There is a group of us committed to the cause…

We are climbing into the air and it feels very fast, more fast than usual, maybe it is because I am looking down to write.

The last ten days in Eastbourne have been rich with experience, and they have flown by.

I started this piece in the extreme cold and frost, and today Rosy and I stood queuing to board the plane on a mild rainy day, weak winter sun filtering through the grey.

My sister loves rowing and has her own single skull, she soon discovered that the lady next to her has an Olympian rower son, Toby Garbett… I can hear snippets of the conversation about Sydney and Athens, and Beijing….

The magic of energy…. In this instance the energy of the rowing boat…!

We are all more connected and connecting through the unconscious, through what we are giving out energetically, than we fully acknowledge.

If we look out and observe our own creations, it can bring us more fully to our centre and to the responsibility of being in every moment and no where else.

I am loving having shed my shoes completely and living my life in naked feet or in my ‘beach socks’, my feet can feel the ground more than ever before… The socks offer a bit of protection from the cold and random possible objects on the path… But the movement of my feet is free, and the strength in them is noticebaley greater… And, I feel different.

I have shed even more possessions, so that I can now travel with all I own in my hand luggage; which is currently is at my feet in front of me.

I feel different in my energy field… It is hard to describe what is different, as this particular shift in energy doesn’t have any particular story to it.

Other than that it was in September, when I was last in Lanzarote.
Perhaps this is the story…

I arrived still not fully mobile or pain free, from an injury I sustained at the end of July. Anadi and I made a trip to the beach and I watched the surfers warming up on Famara Beach.
They did many exercises with some running too, all in their bare feet.
It sparked something in me….

‘Maybe I can run in my barefeet again? Maybe that is a way I can run without my body hurtling?

Nearly five months have passed, and I am returning to Lanzarote again. I feel much lighter and freer within myself, and in my body. it is more agile and pain free than I can remember.

I have taken, and continue to take, the barefoot journey very slowly… I didn’t run every day for the first couple of months and I ran in vivobarefoot shoes as well as completely barefoot, until last week, when I started to run everywhere in my beach socks, and shed more of my possessions.

It feels like I am embarking on a new stage of the journey, the road less travelled….

And although there are changes that are visible on the outside, I observe they are a reflection of me and my inner landscape.
A limitless journey always unfolding and revealing itself on the road ahead.
And all we must do is take it step by step
Pasó a paso

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